#The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race

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Not all witches are bad, some bake pie

Dean Winchester x Baker!Witch!June Haywood

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Sam and Dean Winchester, two names that seemed to strike fear into the hearts of unnatural creatures, you know all the things that go bump in the night. The two brothers had grown up being taught how to identify and hunt said creatures, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, or witch. Dean never once thought that one day he would find a monster that he just couldn’t justify hunting, that was until their latest case.

Winter had set in order in the small town of Littleton, New Hampshire. Sam believed that unusual number of suspicious deaths was cause enough for the boys to hightail it to the small town. It had taken the boys nearly two days to reach the town and after all that had happened recently the long drive seemed to settled Dean’s constantly racing mind. Dean focused on the road as his little brother rattled off the details of the case and who he figured might be their target. A young witch from the Scottish Highlands. The moment Sam had muttered the word witch, Dean’s brain kicked into hunter mode.

Witches, it just had to be a witch. The brothers had had enough trouble with Rowena that the mere thought of having to now hunt a witch stirred something deep in his stomach. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that last slice of pie with lunch.

“Really Sammy, a witch. You really had to pick a case involving a witch after all the mess we’ve been through with Rowena” Complained Dean as he pulled baby into the parking lot of the towns run down motel. Sam rolled his eyes as he gathered one of the many cards in the impala’s glove compartment.

The room was like all the others the pair had stayed in thought-out their lives. Cheap wallpaper that was pealing in places, worn out carpet and two beds that most likely seen some horrible acts of passion. Dean grumbled as he dumped his duffle and collapsed into the squeaky bed, both the bed and Dean smelt like death. Like the main room the adjoining bathroom was not in great condition – well good enough for a dingy motel. The warm water felt like heaven as it cascaded over his aching shoulders, while driving for such long periods hadn’t done wonders for Dean’s body he’d be demand if he let Sam drive his baby. By the time Dean had exited the bathroom – a plume of steam following him – Sam had returned with pastries and new information.

“She owns a bakery and bookshop further in town, I went and scoped the place and got us some food” Great the witch he was hunting baked, and by the looks of the container she baked pie, “The owner of the motel says her bakery is the best in town”. Dean groaned, why did the witch have to bake pie, pie of all things.

When the sun rose the next day, both hunters could tell that something had shifted. Dean had slept restlessly as his inner demons and angels fought for control over his moral compass as he wrestled with the idea that after so many years of hunting evil witches, this might be the first time that the witch he kills was not as evil as her counterparts. As such, Dean woke well before Sam rose from the depths of his own slumber, wrapping his jacket tightly around his torso and ventured out into the awaking town.

Littleton had been blanketed int a light dusting of snow, so Dean’s boots crunched under foot. He was starting to regret not taking baby on his early morning adventure. Lost in his thoughts, dean tired once again to justify the hunt the brothers were currently on and the death of a witch that he was about to be the cause of. The sleepy town was starting to awake by the time he had made the short walk from the motel to the centre square. A few shops and cafes dotted the border of the square, it didn’t take long for Dean to spot the witches bakery that his brother had mentioned the previous day. The bakery was a cute little café attached to a small bookshop – Sam would’ve loved the warm and cosy looking business. From where he stood, Dean could see movement in through the windows of the shop and unbeknownst to him, his own feet were carrying the seasoned hunter to the building. Through the front window, dean could see a short - well shorter than him and Sam – young women dressed in fluffy yellow sweater and tan trousers busying herself with setting up the store. She was waving a long twig like object around and tables effortlessly unstacked themselves followed by the corresponding mismatched chairs. She was a witch.

Dean didn’t realise he’d been staring at the young women until he was brought out of his stupor be the sharp unmistakable sound and a surprised shout. A loud clatter followed the shout as her concentration was broken, she then rushed to greet him.

“I’m sorry, I’m not open yet” She spluttered after opening the main wooden door, a small ding echoing her words.

“I…I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m Dean” Dean introduced himself without thought of the fake FBI badge that sat heavily in his pocket.

“Dean Winchester?” Dean simply raised an eyebrow at the fact that the witch knew his full name, did Sam tell her that or had she’d been warned of the brothers by near by witches, “Your brother Sam was here yesterday before close and mentioned that you liked pie. I ended up giving him an extra slice” So it was Sam.

“Yeah, it was reqlly good pie” Dean said looking over the women shoulder, clearly seeing a large spoon mixing through the open kitchen door. “You two are hunters, aren’t you?” Once again the young women before him was the cause of dean being pulled from his thoughts.

“How’d you know?”

“I’m a witch, you’re not the first hunters to roll into town hoping to kill something” She spoke stiffly before sighing, sensing that now they were aware of each other’s true identities that the hunter standing before her was not going to leave anytime soon, “would you like to come in and get warm?” Dean nodded and followed her in.

Without much thought Dean sat on one of the mismatched chairs and the nameless women placed a slice of cherry pie before him. Silence settled over the pair as the twig she’d been wielding earlier reappeared, and she resumed her work that Dean had suppositively disrupted. He watched as trays of small cakes, pasties and loaves of bread floated out of the kitchen and into there respective places in the front display.

“You’ve got my name, but I don’t have yours yet” Dean asked playfully around a mouthful of pie”

“June, June Haywood” She responded sitting down with a steaming cup of tea.

“Mind me asking a few questions”

“No…Like I said earlier your not the first hunter to roll into town”

“Where you from? What brought to this town? And why didn’t any of the other hunters kill you” June simply sipped on her tea formulating her answers. “I was born in Scotland, I wanted to get away from home after graduating from school and I’m not like the other witches that you hunters deal with, I don’t pray to a demon or angel and most certainly don’t kill anyone. Your phone is ringing” June pointed out as the device vibrated in Dean’s pocket. Sammy was calling, probably wondering where the elder brother had wondered off to. Dean didn’t bother answering Sam’s call, instead he simply texted Sam his location and turned his attention back on June.

“What school did you graduate from?”

“Hogwarts, the only school in Scotland for witches and wizards. England is not like witches and wizards over here, the supernatural world back home is hidden from the muggle world, the British arm of the Men of Letters don’t really discriminate between good and evil. If you’re not a plain old human, if there’s anything supernatural or magical in you then you’re on their watch list” She spoke softly a hint of sadness filling her voice. Her recount of her childhood added a sprinkle of outrage to the pile that Dean harboured towards the British arm of the men of letters.

“Yeah me and Sammy have run into them before” He said, he turned slightly at the noise of his prised possession pulling up to the café. Once again a silence fell over the room as June flicked her wrist and the lock on the door clicked open. Sam joined the pair at their table, June asking she could fix the brothers some breakfast. Two fully ladened plates landed softy on the table in front of each brother, eggs, bacon and toast. While the brother’s devoured the food, June moved over to behind the counter, tucking her wand in the pocket of her aprin.

“A few of my regulars should be coming by soon, so I can still chat and answer your questions, but I don’t have a business to run” She spoke with a slight pep in her voice. The Winchester brothers simply nodded, mouths full of food, “Coffee?” another nod from both brother.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #hogwarts oc

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Little bio thing for my councilblr crew oc!

Name: Samson Zafeiriou (goes by Sam or Sammy most of the time)

Pronouns: they/fleur

Sexuality: achillean and ace

Age: 19

Race: Firbolg

Class: Paladin (oath of glory)

Crew role: Cook

Backstory: Samson's parents passed when fleur was very young, and they were raised by their uncle, who used to be a pirate himself. Sam was told many tales of his uncle's glorious adventures in piracy, and eventually decided they wanted that life for themself. So on the dawn of fleurs eighteenth birthday they ran off and joined the crew if the Cringe Compilation, where they've been working as the resident chef ever since.

Despite being a paladin, Sam isn't much of a fighter. If it comes down to it however, they're willing to go to great lengths to protect the ones they love, usually quite fiercely.

Refs:

Picrew link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/644129

#councilblr crew

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of New History 08

The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.* *SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.

~EPISODE OF NEW HISTORY 08~

★Sonic versus Eggman.

Perhaps what Sonic is most known for is his heroics in stopping Eggman. For Sonic however that battle has been far longer and possessed of more clashes than anyone in the world could know. However, Sonic also has a selfishness that few recognize or understand. One that as of now has driven him to confront Eggman more so to satisfy his own ego and an obsession he himself has not realized he possesses. But can he be saved when he himself is typically the hero who saves everyone else? It is unlikely that Eggman cares as Sonic approaches.

Klaxons blaring Missiles firing Conveyer belts working and overgrown Electrified floors and gravity warping chambers Plant life ablaze Natural lakes in mechanical world Machines versus living stone Determined blue streak racing through.

The Death Egg had once marked the end of one of Sonic’s greatest adventures. It was as much a space station as it was a fortress bearing Eggman’s countenance. Now bobbing in the ocean and overgrown in great grasslands and forests, it was hard to imagine what it represented. Yet Sonic still stubbornly held to the idea of the threat Eggman posed as he dismantled its power reactors and raced across its surface and through its interiors. His stubbornness was not the only will to not surrender on the fallen space station however as Eggman’s machines fought back the encroaching overgrowth which itself refused to yield. It was likely neither side would yield until Eggman himself was bested, which was exactly Sonic’s plan.

“Alright Eggman, with this many of these golems around it’s hard to think that even they haven’t recognized you as the big bad here.”

Though Sonic aimed to walk into the cluster of golems comprised of mainly spheres and Anchor Man Ghosts, the golems were none to fond of him and he had to dodge their beam attacks and fists as he strolled out onto the impromptu pier.

“You just couldn’t help yourself but to come and pay me a visit, could you Sonic!!”

Eggman’s question boomed with mirthful annoyance from a mech that heavily resembled him as it ran out from behind the cover of tree and bent exterior frame of the space station. Not much larger than the floating pod he was known to ride in, the Eggmobile, the mech in question had spindly legs and large arms. Arms that ended in a hand holding a massive laser canon with the fingers of the other serving as multi-direction aiming gatling guns. The rain of bullets sent Sonic scrambling to get out of the way as a score or more of golems were reduced to dust regardless of the condition of the gems that powered them. However, the rush of blooming flowers of light that sprang up in the wake of the destruction clearly demonstrated the accuracy of Eggman.

Still, Sonic cracked wise to get under Eggman’s skin.

“You really should take up gardening, Eggman! Just look at how fast you get flowers to bloom!”

“Really Sonic,” Eggman sighed and surprised Sonic as he piloted his mech to run away further down the ‘pier’ that was far more a new peninsula, with rockets accelerating the pace of the machine. “You wreck my beautiful creation. Drop it in the ocean even, and then you come to finish the job and you still try to mock me. Did I anger you that much in my pursuit of my rightful spot as ruler of this world?”

“You’re really going to play innocent?” Sonic asked as he sprinted after Eggman’s mech and was caught off guard when it knelt and fired off its laser canon sending him and the Rings he carried flying.

“Dah~ hahahahaha!!

“Innocent? I have no idea what you’re talking about Sonic. You’ve been spouting nonsense since I confronted you earlier. Did you hit your head during reentry and scramble what little brains you already had?”

“If my heads been scrambled, we both know whose fault it is,” Sonic countered as he collected his Rings and sprinted away from the attacks of incoming golems.

“I appreciate the compliment and praise Sonic. Really, I do. But–”

Leaping up and onto a giant girder, Eggman allowed his mech to open like a music box and leaned back as he kicked his feet up onto the controls. Looking down at Sonic, he donned a toothy grin to mock him.

“–I really haven’t had the resources to try. As you can see–”

Working the controls with his feet, Eggman piloted his mech to fill the air with missiles and machine gun fire. A rain of stone and seeds of light soon fell around Sonic, and he had to scurry out of the way.

“–I’ve been tremendously busy with a different set of problems that have needed my attention. Mind, I’m more than glad to show you my conquest of this vegetive debacle unless you want me to finish you off first.

“Dah~ hahahahaha!!”

Rolling over in his seat, Eggman let his mech snap shut and it soon jumped down to assault Sonic with a barrage of gunfire, laser blasts, and missile volleys. Sonic could only dodge before Eggman retreated again further up the ‘pier’ to escape the growing army of golems.

“You’re enjoying this too much, Eggman!”

“Of course I am!! I needed a distraction to improve my mood and finishing you off once and for all is the best thing I could ask for!! Now just stay still and die rather than prattling on about my latest and greatest idea that even I haven’t thought of yet!!

“Dah~ hahahahaha!!

“You really expect me to buy that Eggman?” Sonic snapped as he raced after the mech. “How else can I explain losing the Chaos Emeralds and being back in time, not to mention whatever it is that’s happened to Amy!”

“Amy?”

Eggman’s question made Sonic’s heart skip a beat. He recognized that confusion as it was the same confusion Tails expressed that morning. As the sun dipped out from behind a cloud, he tightened his fist and threw himself through the knee of Eggman’s mech.

“Gwuah~!!” Eggman screamed as his machine tumbled out to nearly the end of the impromptu ‘pier.’ Before he could recover though the top of his mech was spun clear off and he found himself grabbed by the collar. “My, aren’t we angrier than normal, Sonic…”

“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t remember Amy,” Sonic shouted at Eggman, making the nervous grin Eggman wore fade away as his mustache drooped and his glasses slipped down his nose. He was obviously lost and despite the constant lies Eggman would tell, there was no hint of one in his eyes right now prompting Sonic to keep shouting. “You snagged her and used her as a hostage on Little Planet! Remember! You made me race Metal Sonic to save her.”

“Another fine invention you made a mess of, but–”

“A pink hedgehog girl, Eggman!”

A moment of silence fell between the two adversaries and Sonic let go of Eggman and stumbled backwards off the mech. It was all but useless now and Eggman was effectively defenseless, but his curiosity was piqued, and he leaned over the edge to look at Sonic. There was a defeat there that he did not recognize, and it hurt his pride that it was not of his making. Clearing his throat, he attempted to cheer up his nemesis so that he could claim victory over him.

“Perhaps Sonic you’ve been looking at this the wrong way,” Eggman began with an ever-widening grin. “You naturally recognized my genius as the source of your obvious defeat, but I lack the pleasure of having bested you myself. Something else has bested you. Something else has liberated you of the Chaos Emeralds. Something other than super genius scientist, Doctor Eggman has defeated Sonic the Hedgehog, and I’ll beat you again by besting you to the answer as to what. And to begin, I’ll start with a phenomenon that has been bothering me since you arrived with your wild accusation. A phenomenon I can hardly imagine ignoring despite it always being there!!”

“What…?” Sonic asked as he stumbled backwards enough to see Eggman point to the sky behind his mech.

As the sun lowered in the sky its light reflected off of a golden surface and Sonic had to shield his eyes. Walking past the bested mech, Sonic shifted the position of his hand and looked up into the clouds adorning the blue sky. His hand soon fell away as his mouth fell open and he took in a great Ring in the sky.

Miles upon miles upon miles in diameter, it seemed impossible and must have been for it was but only a two-fifth fragment of a Ring. Yet it was made complete by a cogwheel of matching hue that turned through it and encircled a single point of Darkness just large enough for the eye to see. From it, arcs of electricity arced at the Ring of Memories, the greatest Ring forged by the unknown God of Rings.

“Dah~ hahahahaha!!” Eggman’s laughter interrupted Sonic’s disbelief. Turning around he saw that the Eggmobile had already cleared the mech and Eggman was well out of his reach. “You’ve been entrenched in whatever dream you’ve been having you managed to forget about that Ring. A Ring I can’t fathom why I haven’t investigated once in my life. But that changes now Sonic!! You’ve given me a reason to humiliate you in a new way!!

“Dah~ hahahahaha!!”

With his laughter ringing out, Eggman took to the skies and abandoned the Death Egg to pursue a new venture. One with the Ring in the sky at its center. Sonic aimed to do the same.

A new adventure awaited Sonic the Hedgehog, one that held the fate of his friends in limbo. Worse, he knew his time was limited as Eggman surely would waste no time in unraveling the mystery of the Sky Ring. From the cockpit of the Tornado, he stared deep into the heart of the Darkness encircled by the Ring and could not help but think of Amy reduced to a shadow that had almost become one with it. He needed to find her if he was to understand anything, and the Tornado left a fine stream of smoke in the sky as he set out.

The sight of Sky Ring was not one only Sonic partook of after his confrontation with Eggman upon the Death Egg. It was seen the world over and despite its mystery was as familiar as the sun and Ring Shifts. Yet, there was a pink hedgehog girl dressed in a white leotard who also watched it thinking of Sonic as he thought of her, her tail wagging at the thought.

“Ooh~!” the girl remarked as she watched the lightning that tore at the Sky Ring from the Darkness. “It’s really active today so there must be a storm coming. Hee-hee~♪ Nana and I better make sure we get ready for it. I’ll have to collect a bunch of Rings too just in case.

“Tee-hee~♪ It’s going to be another fun adventure! But I bet it’s nothing like the ones you enjoy Sonic! Ooh~! How I wish I could go on just one with you! What a dream that would be! Tee-hee!

“Huh?”

As the girl spun about in her daydreams, her eye caught sight of something that had washed up on the beach. More accurately, someone.

“Oh-no!” the girl cried out as she hurried towards the unconscious form of a black hedgehog with white crystals growing from his body and the adventure his arrival promised.★

EPISODE OF NEW HISTORY 08 - END

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You are all invited to the wedding of Samantha Anne Kelly and John Emerson Wright.

#the many adventures of Sammi and Race #writing #mood boards

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The Wedding of Samantha Anne Kelly & John Emerson Wright - The Many Adventures of Sammi and Race

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second, this is a continuation of my “The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race” series. You may want to read the others in the series but it’s not necessary!  

May 3, 1922

The wedding was a week and a half away. She had been asked a million and one questions and had to make just as many decisions for the wedding. She had escaped to one of her favorite places within the city, just to take a breather. Between her mom and John’s mom, she had both of them breathing down her back wanting to know every little detail and asking many questions, many she didn’t know the answer to. 

The door cracked open as she whirled around, eyes wide. Relaxing a little, she smiled seeing her dad push open the door, smiling brightly seeing her standing there. “Well your mother owes me money.” 

“How did you find me?” Sammi asked, leaning against the wall giving her dad a look. 

Jack scoffed, walking over to where she was leaning. “You’re my daughter, Sammi. Yous don’t think I don’t know where your or your siblings hidin’ places are. Yous always loved when I would bring you here to visit.” 

“It was all a little overwhelmin’ dad.” Sammi looked over at him. “Things just got too much.” 

Jack laughed, nodding his head. “Is remembered when I married your mom. I was thrown into a room at your grandparents and asked a thousand and one questions. Is didn’t know the answer to half of the questions her parents were askin’.  Is was so overwhelmed but I looked at your mom and remembered why I was stuck in that room. This overwhelmed feeling will go away soon and you’ll be left to marry John. Just keep the endgame in mind and everything will fall into place.” 

“But dad, why does it matter what color the napkins are or tablecloths or even the damn flowers are.” Sammi ran a hand through her hair, pleading with her dad. “I just wanted to marry John without all the craziness.”

“Oh Is remember that.” Jack pulled her into his side, side hugging her tightly. “Your mother is a Pulitizer and she comes from this high class family. Though wes don’t see it often, this is going to be the wedding of the year and she just wants it to be perfect for you.” 

“Will you talk with her?” Sammi pulled out the puppy dog eyes that she didn’t have to use very often but kept them for desperate times. Jack Kelly could resist a lot, but his daughters’ puppy dog eyes were one thing he couldn’t. 

Cursing under his breath, Jack shook his head. “Samantha Kelly . . . it’s already killing me that Is have to walk you down an aisle in ten days; and yet you want me to talk your mother down off a ledge?” 

“Please daddy?” Sammi batted her eyes, giving him a look as he sighed. 

“Fine, I will talk to your mother.” Jack shook his head. “Yous are absolutely awful, Samantha.” 

Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his slightly stubbled cheek. “Thank you and I love you for everything you’ve done for me and John.” 

“Is love you too baby girl.” Jack said, giving her a full hug. “Though Is can’t really call you baby girl anymore, can I?” 

Sammi smiled. “I guess not but I’ll always be your little girl dad. Wanna know a secret?” 

“What’s that?” Jack asked, mimicking her position, leaning against the wall, looking down at the street where all the Newsies were hanging out. 

Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. “I always loved when you would take me to the office. People often think I’m studying journalism because of mom but it’s actually because of you. I used to watch how your drawings would accompany a story and make it pop.” 

Pulling her close to him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Love you Samantha.” 

“Love you too daddy.” She let a staggered breath out. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything? I mean . . . mom mentioned something about your parents. ” 

Jack knew his daughter was worried about his emotions. The kids had learned about Jack’s upbringing when they were teenagers and had loved how their parents had met and fell in love. “Is been thinking about them, especially these last couple of weeks. Is lost them when I was ten and I didn’t know how to raise you and your siblings - your mom helped me a lot along the way. My ma would’ve been a fantastic grandma and would’ve spoiled you and your siblings rotten. Da would’ve been a bit subdued but still would’ve loved being a grandpa.”

“They’re still with you dad.” Sammi said with a grin. “I don’t have to know them to know that they raised you pretty amazingly. And you’ve passed a lot of what they taught you to us. You were the perfect dad and more than I could’ve asked for. They’ll be with us as you walk me down the aisle and for the rest of your life.” 

Jack sniffled a bit, rubbing his finger across his right eye. “When did yous become so smart?” 

“Around second grade, I think.” She chuckled, shaking her head at her dad. “You alright?” 

He nodded, pulling her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry about me, kid. You focus on the wedding and promise me you’ll save me a dance.”

“Always, dad. Always.” She squeezed his hand. “Want to head home?” 

He patted his hand on the wall and looked around the penthouse where he spent so many of his days before nodding at Sammi. He led her down the stairs and out onto the street, heading home. 

Later that Night

Opening the door to his own roof, Jack peaked out, smiling when he saw Kat sitting in a carrigan and a glass of wine in her chair. Letting the door slam behind him, he quickly joined her, grinning at the open bottle sitting beside his chair. “You found me.” 

“I did. It was too quiet in the house with all the kids in their rooms.” Jack smiled, pressing a kiss to Kat’s head before sitting in his chair, holding out his hand for her to lace her fingers with his. “So Is had an interesting conversation with your daughter today.”

Kat shifted in her chair, raising an eyebrow at him. “Since when is she my daughter?” 

“Since yous the one stressing her out.” Jack started, biting his lip as he looked at Kat, gauging her reaction to his statement.

She took a sip of her wine. “I’m not sure what to say. How?”

“Sammi has never seen yous as a Pulitizer. She doesn’t care what color the napkins or flowers are.” Jack said. “Is found her in the Penthouse this afternoon. She said she just needed a breather.” 

Kat big her lip, looking at her husband. “I just want her wedding to be beautiful. I didn’t mean to overstep.” 

“Is reassured her of that.” Jack promised. “Just maybe try stepping back a bit. Of all of ours children, Samantha has never been one for girliness. She just wants to marry John.” 

She laughed, nodding her head. “I will. I’m sure you told her that you’d talk with me.”

“I did. She also asked me about my parents.” Jack said, taking a slow sip of his beer. “She reassured me that they’d be with us as Is walked her down the aisle.” 

Kat squeezed his hand. “I know you’ve been missing them, even more now than usual.”

“Can Is confess somethin’ to you?” Jack asked, looking over at her. 

Squeezing his hand, she nodded. “Absolutely and that’s never stopped you before.”

“Yous funny.” Jack smiled, sadly. “They passed when Is was 10 so for most of my life, Is been fumbling through. Is didn’t know how to be a dad and in ten days wes passing through another milestone that I don’t know how to deal with.”

Kat bit her lips, looking at her husband. “You’ve been through so much, Jack.”

“You and the kids have made it so much better and worth all the hell I’ve been through.” Jack smiled, giving her a look. “Is don’t know if you have noticed it for the last 20ish years, I’ve been leaning on you pretty heavily.  You’ve taught me how to raise our kids.” 

Kat smiled. “You’ve been doing that all on your own, Jack. I’ve just been by your side every step of the way . . . just like I promised 22 years ago.” 

Squeezing her hand, Jack smiled. “But you’ve shown me how to be a parent.”

“I’m not going to argue with you but you’ve been a parent figure since the moment I met you back in 1899. You were taking care of those kids at the lodging house when I met you.”  Kat gave him a knowing look. 

Jack grimaced at that. “Yea but that wasn’t . . . .” 

The word died on his lips as Kat sat down on his lap and curled up against his chest. “You wouldn’t be half the man I love if you wouldn’t argue with me so much. You're a good man, Jack and I’m so happy I fell in love with you, despite all the odds against us. I love you, Jack Kelly.” 

“Funny . . . I love you too Katherine Kelly.” He said wrapping his arms around her waist, before leaning up to kiss her. 

May 8, 1922

She sat in the lobby of the Algonquin Hotel taking in the rich ambiance. She smiled seeing two children, a boy and girl, skipping alongside a woman, she assumed to be their mother. Another older couple sat off to the side of her with cups of coffee reading the morning edition of the paper. If she looked closely, she would’ve seen her mother’s byline on the front page. She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice her uncle take a seat beside her. “Hello Sammi. This is a surprise.” 

Hearing his voice, knocked her out of her mind, before a smile crossed her face at the sight of one of her favorite people. “Uncle Race. How long have you been sitting there?” 

“Long enough to know that yous have your head in the clouds.” Race gave her a knowing look. “Something on your mind?” 

Sighing, she relaxed in the comfortable chair, giving him a look. “With everything going on, when isn’t there something on my mind?” 

“Is off now . . . shall we go somewhere and talk?” Race suggested, pushing himself to his feet, offering her his elbow. She stood, accepting his elbow as he led her out of the hotel. 

She smiled listening to her uncle talk to her about her cousins and what her Uncle Spot was up to these days. He prattled along, letting her mind drift to the event happening in five days. Both the Sun and the World had articles written about her upcoming nuptials. She had heard rumors that there would be people lined up along the route leading her from her parents’ house to the church. 

Stopping at a cafe, Race opened the door, allowing her to enter before he joined her. The hostess led them both to a table at the back, with no one around them, before leaving them be. Race quickly pulled out her chair for her before taking his own. “So yous wanna spill what’s going on in that mind of yours?” 

“Where do I even begin?” She started, giving him a look, running a hand through her messy curls, wincing when her finger was tangled in a knot. 

Race leaned back in the chair as a waiter came up and took their order. They both ordered a simple coffee along with a pastry to share. “The beginning is always a good place to start, so Is been told. But I had a talk with your dad the other day when he and I had lunch.” 

“Didn’t know you two were still doing that.” She murmured, raising an eyebrow. “And what did my dear old dad have to say?” 

Race chuckled. “He said that he found you on the roof of the lodgin’ house the other day. Hes concerned about ya.” 

“He doesn’t have to be concerned.” Sammi sighed. “It’s just there’s so much preparation with this wedding that it’s a little overwhelming.”

He looked at this niece, the one he knew so well. “Uh huh . . . Is sure that’s some of it. But what else?” 

The waiter stopped by with their coffees and pastry before leaving the two alone. Sammi watched him leave, weaving her hands around the warm mug, sighing at Race. “What if I’m not a good wife?” 

“And there it is.” Race grinned, reaching over to grab one of Sammi’s hands, giving it a squeeze before wrapping it around his mug. “Is knew something was buggin’ you.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Race couldn’t help but think of how much she looked like her mother in that moment. “Congratulations Uncle Race. But what if . . .”

“Lucky for you, John’s never been married before so he probably doesn’t know how to be a husband either.” Race shrugged. “Yous learn together and figure it out.” 

She took a sip of her coffee, nose scrunching up at the bitter taste before reaching over to grab the sugar and dumping some in. “So this is normal?” 

“Yes, Sammi, it’s perfectly normal.” Race nodded. “Is had a similar conversation with your dad before he married your mom and he had the same conversation with me before I married Spot.” 

He saw her shoulders relax slightly but there was something still bugging her. He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “What else is on your mind, Samantha?” 

“You haven’t full named me in a while.” She said, a smile stretching across her mouth.  “I don’t want things to change.” He frowned at her statement, taking a sip of his coffee as his mind tumbled over the words. “What do yous mean?” 

“Sunday, we’re moving into our house. I won’t be around anymore.” She sighed, biting her lip. “I’m going to miss out on everything.” 

Race had to bite back a laugh that threatened to be released. “Samantha Anne, you’re getting married, not going to prison. Yes, you won’t be at your parents house day to day but yous still be there for the big stuff - birthdays, anniversaries, family dinners. Just because you’re getting married doesn’t mean that you are leaving behind your family. You’re getting a new address and new last name . . , not a death sentence. Besides, do yous really think you’ll go a week without Ellie, Maisie, or Lizzie dropping by to see you?”

“Well . . . no.” She looked up from her intense stare at the coffee cup before meeting his eyes. “But everything is changing.” 

Race chuckled at that. “That’s life, Sammi. Wes all have to adjust to the ever changing motions of life. Give yourself and John some time to get into the rhythm of things. It won’t be an overnight thing but eventually you’ll figure it out, just like your mom and dad and Is and Spot did.” 

“Thank you Uncle Race.” She said, 

He smiled. “Your welcome, Sammi. Yous gonna be a beautiful bride and an even better wife. Don’t be so hard on yourself and give yourself some grace.”

“When did you become so smart?” She sussed him, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled. 

“When I married Uncle Spot.” Race threw his head back and laughed loudly, causing a few patrons to look over at them. “Are you feeling better?” 

She nodded. “Yes, thank you. But I do have one more question.” 

“Only one?” 

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re funny. But for now, yes only one. Any advice?”

“About what?” He said, taking a sip of his coffee, before breaking off a piece of the pastry. 

Shrugging, she tapped her painted nails against the mug. “Marriage and wedding, take your pick.” 

“I’ve got two pieces of advice for you.” Race grinned, leaning closer to her. “First, take twenty minutes before the ceremony and meet John outside. Spot and Is did that as a first look type deal and it was perfect. It was good to see Spot before the craziness of the wedding and it was a time for us to just see each other and talk.”

“Is that the sketch that’s above your couch?” Sammi asked, thinking back to the painting. 

Race nodded. “That was one of the wedding presents your dad gave to Spot and me. We stood outside the Pier House, looking out into the river and your dad sketched that and gave it to us later that night as a present.”

“What’s the other piece of advice?” She asked. 

“Talk to each other, really talk to each other. If something is buggin’ you, tell John. Open communication is essential.” Race gave her a look. “It’s saved mine and Spot’s marriage more times than I can count.” 

She bit her lip, tilting her head, giving him a look. “But your marriage is so solid.”

“That’s for appearances. We fight just like any other couple, but wes never go to bed angry. Wes make up and talk.” Race smiled. “No marriage is perfect, Sammi. Better to learn that now than later. Marriage is a lot of work and there will be good times and bad but making sure yous two are on the same page is the important thing.” 

She let the words tumble through her mind as she nodded. “That makes sense.” 

“Also, make sure yous take every moment in during your wedding. It goes by so quickly and it’ll be over before you know it.” Race grinned, reflecting on his own wedding 17 years ago. 

“Thank you, Uncle Race.” She grinned. 

Motioning for the check, Race grinned back at her. “You ready to get married?” 

“I think so. Just have to get through the next five days. You’ll be at the rehearsal dinner, right?” 

Race nodded, dropping a few bills and coins in the bill tray before standing and offering her his arm. “I think I may dust off my old top hat and wear it.” 

“Save it for the wedding, Uncle Race.” She laughed, letting him lead her out of the cafe. “Ellie is already dreading what you and Uncle Spot will be wearing.” 

Race pushed opened the door, stepping onto the sidewalk. “Traditional suits, Is promise. Your mother already had a strongly worded discussion with Spot and myself. Ellie is excited to be your bridesmaid along with Lizzie.”

“It wasn’t even a question of who would be standing up with me.” Sammi grinned. “Save me a dance at the wedding?” 

Race laughed. “Is should be asking you that but of course I will.” 

She smiled hearing his laughter boom against the buildings as they walked towards the Kelly Residence. More relaxed, she nudged her uncle’s hip with a grin as he looked over at her with his own grin. 

May 13, 1922 8:00am

It was the morning of her wedding. It was hard to believe it was there but at the same time, thank goodness it was there. Her wedding rehearsal and dinner went off without a hitch the night before. With one final kiss goodbye, she was swept to her parents’ house while John went to their newly purchased home, where he would get ready before meeting her at the church. 

Her bedroom door cracked open as she looked over at the sound. Her mother stood there with two mugs of coffee and a bright smile on her face. “Morning Sammi.”

“Morning mom.” She pushed herself into a seated position, accepting the mug of coffee from her mom as she took a seat on her bed. “Do I need to get up?” 

Katherine smiled, shaking her head. “No, it’s still early. You have time. How are you feeling?” 

“Excited, nervous, happy.” Sammi rattled off, taking a sip of her coffee before grinning at her mom. “I can’t believe it’s here. Seems like I’ve been waiting for this day and now it’s here.” 

Kat grinned. “I remember that oh too well from my own wedding day. Take in every moment; it goes by too quickly.”

“That’s what Uncle Race said.” Sammi tapped her newly painted fingernails against the mug. “Honestly, I can’t wait to see John at the end of the aisle.” 

Nodding, Kat smiled. “I’m sure he’s anxious to see you too. Now is there anything you want to do today?” 

“Besides get married?” Sammi raised an eyebrow as her mother laughed. “I don’t think so. How’s dad?” 

It was no secret that Jack Kelly lamented about his oldest baby girl getting married. Sammi was worried about how her dad would handle the day ahead. Katherine smiled at her daughter. “He’ll be fine. He’s already out running errands - he took Tommy and Lucas with him. Lizzie is getting a shower and I’m sure Ellie will be here soon.” 

“You doing alright, mom?” Sammi asked, putting her mug on the side table before scooting over to where Katherine sat. “I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me and John, even though you got a little zealous there.” 

Kat laughed, wrapping her arm around Sammi. “Not my finest moment, I suppose but I’m doing alright. Excited to see you marry your sweetheart but sad at the same time - you’ve grown up to a fine woman and I’m sad to see you leave the nest, but know you’ll be around. You’re not really leaving.” 

“I love you mom and I’m still your baby girl . . . just at a new address and will have a new last name.” Sammi grinned. “Besides, you’ll still see me, I’m just a floor below you at The Sun.” 

Kat nodded, biting her lip. “That’s true. And you’ll still be around for family dinner and birthdays.” 

“I wouldn’t miss it, mom.” Sammi smiled. “And before you say anything, I won’t make you a grandma for a bit of time.” 

Kat laughed, leaning over and kissing her daughter’s head. “Thank you for that. I’m much too young to tack grandma to my name.” 

“But you’ll be a gorgeous grandma, momma.” A new voice called from the door as they looked up and grinned at Lizzie standing there. “Besides, I want to be an aunt sooner rather than later.” 

Sammi laughed, opening her arm for Lizzie to join them on the bed. “I promise you both, you’ll be a grandma and an aunt soon enough . . . but there’s plenty of time.” 

Lizzie cuddled into her big sister’s arms with a sigh. “Why do you have to marry John? Can’t you just live here forever.”

“You love John, Lizzie.” Sammi looked at her younger sister with a grin. “Besides, if you want to be an aunt soon, I’m going to need to get married and not live at mom and dad’s forever.” 

Kat smiled at her daughters. “Before you know it, Lizzie, you’ll fall in love and get married just like your sister.” 

Scoffing, Lizzie shook her head. “Boys are stupid and I’m never getting married.”

“Well that’ll be music to your father’s ears.” Kat grinned, looking at Sammi. “Didn’t you say the same thing when you were her age?”

Sammi threw her head back and laughed. “I did indeed but I was 15 and hadn’t met John yet.” 

“So you’re telling me that some guy is going to stop by and sweep me off my feet?” Lizzie raised an eyebrow, looking between her mom and sister. 

Kat and Sammi looked at each other grinning, before chuckling. “That’s about right. It happened with your father. I didn’t anticipate meeting him, yet alone falling in love with him and marrying him. But once he weaseled his way into my life, I couldn’t really let him go.”

“Same with John and me. It was pretty instantaneous that I was going to let him out of my life. It wasn’t before long that I knew I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.” Sammi confessed with a smile. 

Kat smiled at her two daughters. “Lizzie, you will eventually get married, settle down and have a family. There’s no rush, of course, but your attitude will change, despite your father’s best intentions.” 

“And if I don’t?” Lizzie challenged, raising an eyebrow in her mother and sister’s direction. 

“Then you don’t and you become a spinster for the rest of your life.” Kat teased. “But you’ll have to live with me and your father for the rest of our days.” 

Sammi giggled. “Better you, Lizzie than me.”

“I’m sure, with time, I’ll find a suitable suitor.” Lizzie mumbled, much to Sammi and Kat’s amusement. 

Shaking her head at her daughters, Kat clapped her hands together. “Shall we start getting you ready? How about you take a bath and wash your hair before Ellie gets here?” 

Sammi took a deep breath, nodding at her mom before setting off to the bathroom to take a relaxing bath. Meanwhile, Kat grinned at Lizzie. “And you miss, do you want to help me with a surprise for her?”

Lizzie’s eyes lit up and she quickly nodded her head. “Yes. What are you doing?” 

Kat led her from the room, leading her into hers and Jack’s bedroom, quickly closing the door behind her. Grabbing a box from the dresser, she handed it over to Lizzie. “This was a gift from your dad on our wedding day and now I’m passing it along to Sammi.”

Cracking open the box, a gasp escaped Lizzie’s mouth. “It’s stunning momma.”

Nestled in the velvet was a necklace. It was an intricate design with flowers and vines. “It had green stones in it but I had them replaced with rubies for John’s birthstone.” 

“You know this is the necklace she’d always want to try on when we’d play in your closet.” Lizzie gave her mom a look with a grin. 

Kat nodded, taking the necklace from her hands and putting it back in the box. “Which is why your dad and I are giving it to her as a present.” 

“It’s perfect, momma.” Lizzie smiled. “She’s going to love it.” 

“She’s going to love what?” A voice called from the bedroom door as both women spun around, wide-eyes. 

Jack stood in the doorway grinning at his youngest daughter and wife, both of whom looked like they just swallowed the canary. “Are either of you going to answer my question?” 

“It’s a surprise for Sammi.” Kat grinned at Jack. 

Jack bit his lip. “Surprise for what?” 

Kat hit his shoulder with a grin, gently rolling her eyes. “Her wedding, Jack. You know the ceremony that is going to be occurring in seven hours. The one you’ve been in denial since John proposed to her.”

“The event is that Is have to dress up like a penguin.” Jack grinned, pulling Katherine closer to his chest, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. 

Lizzie cleared her throat. “I’m just going to go to my room now. Leave you two alone.” 

She shut the door behind her as they both dissolved into laughter. Jack pressed a kiss to Katherine’s head. “I’d say it’s impressive that after almost 22 years of marriage, we still manage to make our daughter grossed out.” 

The ringing of the bell caught their attention as Kat let her head fall to Jack’s chest with a sigh. “I think that may be Ellie. I probably should let her in.” 

Jack sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Is love you and we’ve got this today. Everything will be good today.”

“Ok, Romeo.” Kat grinned, pushing herself on her toes, to place a kiss on his lips. “I love you but I have to go get the door. Raincheck, stud?” 

“For sure.” He chuckled, watching her walk out of the room with a grin. 

Reaching the front door, she took a moment to catch her racing heart rate before pulling open the door with a bright smile. “Ellie, Maisie, Benny, Race, and Spot, come on in.” 

“Sorry for just dropping in, Kat. Wes wanted to make sure Ellie got here alright.” Spot gave Kat a look before looking at his daughter. 

Ellie rolled her eyes, scoffing at her father. “And I told yous I’ve been coming to this house since I was little. I think I know my way by now.”

“Not when a certain curly haired young man lives a few doors down from here.” Race said, leaning over, pressing a kiss to Kat’s cheek before walking into the house. 

Ellie’s eyes went wide, giving her dad a look. “And how do you know about that?” 

“Once a newsboy, always a newsboy, sweetheart.” Race chuckled, grinning as he saw Jack come into the room. “Besides, your sister may have said something.” 

Ellie’s eyes went wide, spinning around to let her gaze fall on her sister. “Whatever happened to the sister’s code?” 

“You try to survive under both of their gazes, Eleanor.” Maisie bit back, pointing to Spot and Race, who didn’t try very hard to keep the smirks off their faces. 

“Is that you Ellie?” Sammi called from her room as Kat smirked. 

Ellie walked towards Sammi’s room, leaving the four adults, Maisie, and Benny standing there. Kat cleared her throat, looking at the two teenagers. “Maisie, Benny - Lizzie and Tommy are in their rooms if you would like to see them.” 

The two took off down the hallway, as Jack looked at the two. “What brings you two by? And since when did Ellie get a new beau?” 

“Don’t ask. Hopin’ wes could see the bride before she starts getting ready.” Race said, grinning. “How are you feeling, old man?” 

Jack shook his head at Race. “Is sure Sammi would love a visit from her favorite uncles. And Is feeling just fine. It’s hard to believe, she’s getting married. Seems like yesterday, wes just brought her home from the hospital.” 

“Speak for yourself, Jack Kelly.” Kat scoffed. “She is every one of those twenty years and has grown into a gorgeous young lady. She will always be your baby, no matter what happens in life.” 

Walking out of her room, Sammi grinned seeing her two uncles standing in the room. “Well look what the cat drug in.” 

“Samantha, yous look gorgeous.” Spot turned, grinning at his oldest niece as Race chuckled, shaking his head. 

She grinned, stepping forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pressing one to Race’s cheek. “Thank you Uncle Spot. Though, I’d be worried what I’ll look like when I’m all gussied up in a few hours.” 

“You’re going to look a 1000 times more gorgeous.” Race swept in, a grin on his face. 

Rolling her eyes, she gave the three men in the room a look before shaking her head. “You’re family, you’re supposed to tell me that. But I wasn’t expecting to see you prior to the wedding. Is something wrong?” 

“No there’s nothing wrong.” Race said, reaching into his back pocket, holding it out to Sammi. “Wes wanted to give you this.” 

She took the box from his hand before popping it open. A gasp escaped her mouth as she looked at the bracelet nestled in a box. It was a clear crystal marquise cut wedding bracelet, the stones fitted to look like leaves of a fern. “It’s gorgeous, thank you, Uncle Spot and Uncle Race.” 

“You’re welcome. You're our niece and wes wanted to get you something pretty to wear on your wedding day.” Spot shrugged, a smile on his face. “We love you, Sammi.” 

“I love you too.” She gave them both a hug before giving the bracelet to Race to put it on her wrist. “It’s perfect for my journey down the aisle.” 

3:00pm

A knock on the door drew her attention from a story Ellie was telling her and Lizzie. Standing in the doorways was Lydia, the wedding planner that was hired for the wedding. “Sammi, it’s time.” 

Standing from her chair, she quickly smoothed out her dress before grinning at Ellie and Lizzie. “How do I look?” 

“Gorgeous, girl.” Ellie chuckled. “You look smokin’ hot.” 

Sammi threw her head back and laughed before raising an eyebrow at Lizzie. “You look great, sis. Go get him.” 

Slipping on her kitten heels, Sammi quickly made her way out of the room and out to the Pier Harbor House, heading to the barrier looking at the harbor. She leaned against the barrier, listening to the waves crash and the seagulls call as they lazily flew around the harbor. A light breeze tussled her hair as she heard the door click open behind her. 

“Are you waiting for someone? Because if not, that’s a damn shame.” A familiar voice said from behind her as she turned slowly from her view. A grin slid across her face as she took in John. He was dressed in a black tux with tails and a top hat. His tie matched the grey of Ellie and Lizzie’s dresses. A white carnation boutineer was pinned to his jacket. 

“Hi handsome. You dress up nicely.” She took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her closer to him. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“You look amazing, Sammi.” John whispered. “I love you.” 

She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “I love you too, John. And in a little under an hour, my husband.” 

“Ahhh that’ll take some time to get used to.” John chuckled. “As I’m sure wife will take you some time to get used to as well.” 

She nodded, lacing her hand with his, giving it a squeeze. “How’s your day been?” 

“Went to breakfast with my family before spending the mid-day with my friends in the park.” John grinned, squeezing her hand. 

“Pick up football game?” She asked, her eye catching a seagull as it dipped with the gentle breeze. 

He nodded. “Yes, your future husband’s team lost miserably.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sammi chuckled, with a grin. “Anything I can do to ease that bruise ego you’re currently sporting?” 

Leaning against the barrier, John looked out into the harbor. “I think you’re going to remedy it in the next hour or so. So how did you spend your day?” 

“Holed up in my parents house. Uncle Spot and Race stopped by. It was a very low key, relaxing day.” She smiled. 

A throat cleared behind them as Lydia stood at the venue doors giving them both a look. “You two have two minutes.” 

John looked over to Sammi, pulling her back to his chest, dipping her before laying a kiss on her lips. “If I haven’t said it lately, I’m heads over heels in love with you, Samantha Anne Kelly. I’m so proud to be marrying you and being your husband.” 

“I love you too John Emerson Wright. And I’m the luckiest girl in the world for calling you my husband.” Sammi leaned up and kissed him. “And you're the most handsome man in the world.” 

3:55pm

Standing in the Willow room, Jack stood in the back, watching his wife, youngest daughter, and niece stand around Sammi as they helped put her veil in place. He would never admit it, especially on Sammi’s big day, but he felt awkward there. He was nervous, though he wasn’t quite sure why. 

“What do you think dad?” Sammi’s voice asked, as he was knocked out of his thoughts. 

Looking up from the ground, he swallowed thickly, as a sudden rush of tears flooded his eyes. “Samantha . . .”

She took a few steps towards him, reaching up and wiping away the tears. “Daddy. Don’t cry.”

“Yous look gorgeous, Sammi.  When did you grow up?” Jack asked, placing a kiss on her cheek. 

She gave him a look, one her mother gave him often enough. “Dad, I’ve been growing up. I’m sorry you just realized it.” 

Jack chuckled at Sammi’s reassurance. “Yous always my little girl. And they always say that you blink and miss it. And it’s true. Yous grew up to be a gorgeous young lady and John is a lucky man.” 

“Thanks daddy.” She smoothed down her dress, a light blush on her cheeks. “I love you.”

“Love yous too, Sammi.” He grinned. “Shall we go get you married?” 

Nodding, she turned to Kat, Ellie, and Lizzie with a grin on her face. “If I haven’t said it yet, thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and John and this wedding. I’m a lucky girl to have you all standing next to me as I walk into my next role.” 

Kat came over to Jack's side, slipping her hand into his as they watched Sammi exchange a few words with both Lizzie and Ellie. 

A soft knock at the door caught their attention as Lydia slowly pushed open the door. “Samantha, it’s time.” 

Gathering their bouquets, Ellie and Lizzie both grinned at Sammi before slipping out of the room, leaving Sammi with her parents. Picking up her bouquet, she walked over to her parents, grabbing her mom’s hand while looking at the two of them. “Thank you will never, ever be enough but I’m hoping it’s a start. I love you both and you’ve been amazing parents to me for the last 20 years. I’ll always be your little girl, that will never change, no matter where I’m living or my last name.” 

“Geez and Is was doin’ pretty good up to that point.” Jack sniffled, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Sammi’s cheek. “Wes love you too, Samantha.”

Kat smiled, watching her oldest and husband. “You’re beautiful Sammi and John’s a very lucky man.”

Nodding, she squeezed Kat’s hand before releasing it to loop it through Jack’s crooked elbow. “Don’t let me trip, daddy?” 

“Never, Sammi. Never.” He promised as they walked out of the room to see Lizzie, Ellie, and Race standing there quietly talking. 

Sammi’s eyes furrowed, not expecting to see her uncle standing there. “Somethin’ wrong, Uncle Race?” 

“Besides you makin’ my daughter look much older than she is, nothing.” Race grinned. “Besides, Is here to walk your momma down the aisle.” 

Kat chuckled. “Just like old times, huh?” 

“Somethin’ like that.” Race shrugged, offering her his elbow as the doors opened and the music changed. 

Sammi smiled watching her mom and uncle walk down the aisle, a laugh on her mom’s lips. “You doin’ alright?” 

Looking up at her dad, she smiled before nodding. “Just watching Uncle Race and mom.”

“Your mom walked Race down the aisle at his wedding, do you remember that?” Jack asked, with a grin. 

Sammi laughed. “It’s a little foggy but I remember being so excited to wear a twirly dress.”

“Oh how excited you were.” Jack chuckled. “And now look, we’re at your own wedding.” 

Sammi bit her lip, watching Lizzie walk down the aisle, a grin sliding across her face as Ellie turned around and stuck her tongue out at her cousin and uncle. “Don’t let me fall, daddy.”

“We’ll go nice and easy.” Jack promised, watching Ellie begin her walk. “Now before the doors open again, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Remember to take it all in . . . today is going to go by fast but enjoy every single moment and remember how much you love John. I couldn’t pick a better man for yous to marry, Sammi.” 

She heard the change in music, Pachelbel’s Canon, before the doors were thrown open and everyone stood. “Ready?”

With a gentle shake of her head, her and Jack stepped forward as they walked down the aisle. Part of her thought the walk was so slow but before she knew it, she was standing in front of John with an awed look and a grin on her face. 

“Dearly beloved, we gather here to witness the union between Samantha Anne Kelly and John Emerson Wright. Before we begin, does anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” 

Sammi and John glared around the chapel, daring anyone to speak up. After a few uncomfortable moments, Buttons grinned and continued on with the ceremony. 

“Marriage is a sacred act, between two people in the presence of God, their family and friends. Maisie will be reading a poem for Samantha and John. Maisie?” Buttons looked between the two of them. 

Dressed in a sage green dress, Maisie made her way up the aisle, standing to the side of Sammi and John. Grinning at the couple, she began to speak. 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death

“Samantha and John have decided to write their own vows.” Buttons continued. “Please face each other, and join hands. Samantha, would you like to begin?” He looked at his longtime friend’s daughter with a bright smile. 

“Someone once said, "You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no,” and that’s exactly what happened when you walked into my world, John Emerson. I love you dearly for all that you are. I am amazed by your inquisitive mind and your wicked sense of humor. I pledge to commit myself to our family and the good I know will grow from it. I promise this all to you until I am no more. I love you more today, than I did yesterday and even more tomorrow and the days to come. This I promise you today.” Sammi said squeezing his hand. 

John smiled, squeezing their joined hands. “Charlotte Bronte famously said "I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.” And the words fit perfectly for you, Samantha Anne.  I wasn’t anticipating love when we first met but like everything about you, you swept me off my feet and haven’t let go since. I am constantly surprised by your ability to keep me on my toes and you make me a full person. Committing the rest of my life to you is actually pretty easy because without you I am nothing. I vow to be the man that you inspire me to be and the man that you deserve. I love you more today, than I did yesterday and even more tomorrow and the days to come. This I promise you today.” 

“You have chosen to seal your vows by the giving and receiving of rings. The ring forms a perfect circle, without a beginning or an end, and is thereby a symbol of eternity and signifies the duration of the commitment you are making. Let us now exchange these rings.”

Handing a beat up silver ring to Sammi, Buttons looked at her. “Samantha, repeat after me: I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.”

“I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.” Sammi smiled, sliding the ring onto John’s ring finger. John squeezed her hand with a smile before Buttons continued. 

Handing a ring to John, Buttons looked at him. “John, repeat after me: I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.”

“I give you this ring, as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and with all that I have, I will honor you.” John grinned, sliding Sammi’s wedding band onto her ring finger. 

“And now, by the authority invested in me as a preacher, and in accordance with the laws of the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. John, you may kiss your bride.” Catcalls and excited cheers rang out from both sides of the aisles as John gently pulled Sammi into his arms and dramatically dipped her before kissing her not so chastely. Settling Sammi back on her feet, Sammi pulled him close and dropped a chaste kiss on his lips before linking their hands together. 

“John, Samantha, please face the congregation.” Buttons grinned at the couple before clearing his throat. “It is my pleasure to introduce to you, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. John Wright.”

The noise level in the chapel escalated as the two raised their hands in celebration before walking down the aisle to the catcalls of their friends and family.  

6:00pm

Food had been served and speeches were given. She had her first dance with her husband, a blush on her face as she had all eyes on her as they expertly spun around the dance floor. Now, as she stood off to the side, she grinned watching her husband dance with his younger sister. Her eyes left them as she looked for someone in the room, chuckling when she saw them. 

Making her way across the dance floor, she was stopped once by friends of John’s, who commented how beautiful the ceremony was before letting her reach her destination. “May I have this dance?” 

“Isn’t that what Is supposed to say to you?” Jack raised an eyebrow, pausing his conversation with Race and Spot. 

Sammi shrugged, holding out her hand. “Come on dad. Just one dance.” 

Sighing, he pushed himself to his feet before placing his hand in hers, leading her out onto the floor. “How are you feeling?” 

Placing a hand around his shoulders, while he held the other one, she grinned at her dad. “Excited, happy, exhausted . . . everything in between. I did see you and mom cry earlier.” 

“It's not everyday yous see your oldest get married.” Jack claimed as she laughed, shaking her head. 

“It’s not but it’s still sweet to see.” Sammi grinned. “I had an idea . . . and you don’t have to go along with it unless you want to.” 

Jack raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his daughter’s idea. “What’s that?” 

“It’s going to take all of us some time to get used to me not being home, everyday. So I was thinking that you, mom, and me could start meeting for lunch once a week, along with family dinners and other celebrations.” Sammi shrugged. 

A smile made its way across Jack’s face. “I think wes both would enjoy that. Have you told your mom?” 

“Nah, not yet. Figured I’d run it by you first and if you didn’t think it’s a good idea, then no good getting her upset.” Sammi shrugged. 

Jack leaned forward, placing a kiss on her cheek. “As if I’d ever pass up the opportunity to have lunch with my daughter and wife. Is think it’s a fine idea.”

“Great.” Sammi grinned. “We’ll start it once John and I get back from Cold Springs.” 

Jack knew the honeymoon was planned in Cold Springs. “Just remember, I’m too young to be a grandpa.” 

Her laughter rang out across the banquet hall as she shook her head. “Both you and mom have made that abundantly clear over these last few weeks. You won’t be a grandpa for a long while, dad.” 

“Good.” Jack nodded as the song came to an end. “Love you, Sammi.” 

“Love you too daddy.” 

With a kiss, he left her, heading back to the table to join Kat, who waved in her daughter’s direction. Before she could make her way back to her own table, she was pulled into someone’s arms with an oomph. “May I have this dance?” 

Looking up, her mouth curled upward at the person. “I was going to grab a drink and come find you, Uncle Race. But yes, you may have this dance.” 

“Yous wedding was absolutely beautiful.” Race commented, pulling her into his arms. “Spot and Is both got teary eyed at yous vows to John.” 

She looked up at him, weaving her arm around his shoulder. “I spoke from the heart. I’m surprised I didn’t start crying during them - it was close.” 

“You were beautiful up there and I’ve never been more proud of the woman yous grown up to be.” Race grinned. “Yous a very special young woman, Sammi. Don’t ever forget that.” 

Her eyebrows rose. “Are you trying to get me to cry right now? Because you’re dangerously close to doing so.” 

“Nah . . . just thought it might be a good time to tell you that.” Race sighed. “I’m going to miss our niece/uncle dates.” 

Sammi shook her head. “Nah, I’m thinking those can still continue. I do work down the street from the hotel . . . never know when I’ll have a craving for hot chocolate and those pastries.” 

Race chuckled. “Yous on Samantha. What are your plans now, since yous married and all?” 

“Spending a few days up in Cold Springs then going back to work in a week.” She grinned. “Yous know the news doesn’t stop.” 

Race nodded. “Any big stories happening?” 

“A new vaudeville show is opening that my boss wants me to go visit.” She merely rolled her eyes at that one. “But he promised me if I did this show that he might have something bigger for me.” 

Race grinned. “Just like your mother.” 

“Always.” She said as the song changed, and Race led her off the dance floor, with a kiss on her cheek. 

“I’ll look forward to our hot chocolate and pastry date after you get back from Cold Springs.” Race gave her a grin as John came up to her side. 

She nodded, as John’s arm encircled her waist, before he pulled her into a kiss. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Uh huh . . . as you’ve been dancing with your younger sisters and mother.” Sammi gave him a look as she threw her arms around his shoulders. “But for the record, I’ve missed you too.” 

“I love you Mrs Wright.” He whispered, leaning in to place another kiss on her lips. 

“And I love you too, Mr. Wright.” She grinned, as he pulled away from her. 

She laughed, watching her parents, uncles, and friends dance on the dance floor with her husband by her side. She took everything in as it happened, including John smashing cake in her face, to which she retaliated by doing the same.  She was the happiest she had been in a long time, with her friends, family, and now husband by her side, celebrating and dancing the night away. 

Notes: If you want to see the bracelet Race and Spot gave Sammi, you can click here. The poem that Maisie read in the wedding is Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 8500 words and Samantha is married. What did you think? Feedback would be wonderful! 

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Trouble Makers

Pairing: Teen!Sam W. x Teen!Reader

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Sam, making trouble, kissing, teenage love, Getting into trouble.

Summary: All the two of them is getting into trouble and each other.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is just cuteness, with a teenager Sam, straight fluff between Sam and the reader. Also written for band-psychos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge 2021.

Square: Late night adventure

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Taglist: @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester

"Come on Sam, hurry your ass up!" Y/n said half screaming and half whispering at me from the window. I grumbled and moved in my bed.

"Sam, you promised we'd go out tonight!" She whispered. I tossed in my bed before throwing the sheets away from my warm body. I had worn my previous day's clothes to bed, knowing that Y/n would be at my window way too early.

"Quiet down, give me a second," I said pushing my sneakers on and standing up. She stood in front of my window, leaving it open just a bit for her. She danced outside the window and gave me a look of excitement.

I grabbed my cell phone and jumped out of the window. It was more chiller than I anticipated. Y/n dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a fluffy long sweater. It was cute. She looked warm as she danced and moved in front of me. She hummed with her eye closed barely missing bumps in the sidewalk, or garbage in the street.

"Y/n watch out would ya'" I said running to catch up with her. I have known Y/n since we were little kids that played in the sandbox at school. Basically growing up with each other. Both of us school being smart, and street smart with people.

She was the type of girl that dressed up for homecoming and graduation but at her heart, she was a full-out tomboy. She is beautiful she stops in the road turns and swings to look at me. Her smile only becomes bigger as she remembers that I'm behind her.

Today at school I had promised Y/n during our second period ap class. She had already been begging me for the last week. Texting me during the week.

"Y/n since you're the one who wanted to go out. What are your plans for tonight?" I asked, looking over at her. Without missing a beat, "Yeah, I have an idea. With it being two in the morning, I was thinking we could go to the old arcade place down on western street." She said smiling, with begging eyes behind that smile.

Whatever you want Y/n, you know all you gotta do is ask me and I'll give it to you. What else would I do for you? Anything to see that bright smile in the light of the moon. Anything to be the boy... man that makes you feel like you're at the top of the world.

"We can figure it out, Y/n," I said taking her hand in mine. We usually walked around for a few hours before getting into trouble wherever we would, or we could possibly never be found out about.

We walked down the street, hands together clasped together like she never wanted to let go of me. It was that homey feeling. The feeling of knowing no matter what else is going on outside, or maybe just around our bubble. Nothing is messing with our moments together.

I'd like to think that's why sometimes we don't get caught. That's the best feeling. But regardless of that, let me tell you of the night that I got into some trouble with my dear Y/n.

We had finally made our way to the arcade. No cars parked outside, and all the lights were out. This was the same building that was lit up during the day and always had a full parking lot in front. It was also the place that Dean would take me most of the time when he had a girl or girls over at the house.

I had all the high scores on the speed racing machines, and I knew all the right patterns for getting the most tickets. The number of tickets I'd have by the end of the day was shocking. The times that I'd gone up to the front desks and claimed my prizes were great.

But that was outweighed by the times that with said tickets I had taken soft animals and stupid little items for Y/n. No, we weren't dating, but yes how much I wished I could have her for my own. take care of her like she's supposed to be.

Y/n had become my friend in a science class. Dean had introduced her to a douchebag, which ended up breaking her heart. Since then Y/n has come to me every time a boy has hurt her, but I've never been harsh and rude about the things she tells me I just console her and do what 'friends' are supposed to do.

'Friends' aren't supposed to fall for each other. They aren't supposed to wake up at two in the morning to break into a building just so she can have some midnight fun.

Y/n hasn't dated anyone in a long while, but the fear of her doing so is raw and harsh for me. Afraid that I'll have to pick up the pieces again, repair her and not kill that guy that broke her down yet again. I just wish.

I wish that she be smart enough to see that she has an amazing guy standing right next to her already. There's no need to go searching through the pit of bad guys, or guys that just want her body for sex.

I don't want those things right now... I just want her heart, I want her beautiful mind. To realize that she isn't missing out because I'm already there for her.

Regardless of that, we had arrived at the old arcade building. Y/n pulled a bobby pin from her hair one that was already there in case she needed it. She was much the female version of macgyver.

Lock picking the front door wasn't that hard. But having Y/n over my shoulder only made me feel hot, it was a weird feeling. My body could feel her eyes tracing down my body.

Down my spine, it tingled. Back up to my neck. it was so strange. I wonder if this is how Y/n feels when my gaze gets stuck on her in school, or just when she's walking in front of me.

"Sammy, you brought the quarters right?" She questioned me as I shut the door after letting her walk in first. "Come on Y/n you know I always do," I said, locking the door just in case.

Going to machines first, she grasped m hand and pulled me with her. Her hands were so soft and warm. They were much smaller than mine. But you ever get that feeling where something is just right, I wonder if Y/n feels it too?

"Come on Sammy, please!" She said as I handed her the quarters for the stupidest game they had. Pac man. The game that Y/n had a strong love/hate relationship with. Her love for the design of the game, but her hate for how she could never get past my high score.

"Sammy go play a game before the sun comes up and we have to leave." She said turning her head slightly to glare at me. "No, Y/n I think I'll stay right here," I said with a cock tone.

"Yeah stay here and watch me fail."She said rolling her eyes before going back to the game. She tried four times before giving up and grabbing my hand once again leading me towards the ski ball area.

"Mr. Kay has really kicked up this area," I said looking at the different colored machines and how many he really did have. She looked around a raised eyebrow before opening my hand and taking the necessary number of quarters and starting a game.

Let me remind you we were doing this all in the dark. She giggled as the balls dispensed. She was thought just a second early causing her fingers to get in the way of the balls. "Shit." I turned around

"What? Did you... Are you okay?" I said stumbling across my words. "Yeah I'm fine Sammy, the balls just hit my fingers." She said as I held her hand in my own inspecting her fingers. Before kissing them all individually.

When I looked up she was blushing and smiling. My actions now processing in my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I'm..." "Sammy it's okay, you know if I had a problem with something I'd most definitely tell you." She said patting my cheek gently, before going back to her game.

I felt so hot, so warm, so in love. Is that possible to fall in love with someone just by what they say. Because if so, that's what had just happened.

when Y/n had finished that game. I couldn't help but let my hands roam, they roamed up her back, up her spine, just behind her neck. "Sam? What?" She started to talk.

But I think she might have got lost in my eyes, or maybe in the moment. IOnce her eye met mine, I couldn't help but kiss her, bring her lips closer to me.

Y/n let me guiding her lips towards my own. She plump kissable lips towards me. She at this moment looked so beautiful, so perfect. The sun was starting to come in from the big glass-paned windows. It laid nicely across her face and her body.

Once our lips did finally meet. It felt like magic if that's even possible. Her hands coming up to grasp my face, mine falling down to her hips, pulling her closer to my body.

"Y/n" I breathed out, turning her in my grasp before I gently laid her down onto one of the used ski-ball machines. She moaned into our kiss, but unfortunately, there's a thing call air. And we both so desperately needed it.

We stayed in this position for a moment catching our breath, but not before we could get any further. The light of the building turned on, I was so dazed and stuck in the gaze of Y/n sweet eyes. I didn't hear the click of the old man's shoes against the tile floor.

"Excuse me?" I heard. In the slipt of a second, I was off of Y/n and standing, as if I had just been caught by my father. "I'm so sorry Mt. Kay. We'll be leaving now. I'm so sorry, please don't tell my father." I jumbled out, grabbing Y/n's hand to pull her up.

He took one look at Y/n and me. He smiled and spoke in a rather harsh voice. "I did feel like I had forgotten somethin' last night. You two are fine. I remember sneakin' away with my girl many years ago. And don't fear, Sammy I won't be tellin' anyone." Mr. Kay said waving us off.

I could feel Y/n's heartbeat in her hand. We walked out the front door, the sun beaming just over the peak of the trees. We walked in silence before Y/n spoke, "You know I thought that was going to worse than it did." She said, our hands still clasped together.

Her hair a wreck since I had run my hand through it while making out with her. "We finally got caught," I said, looking forward. The number of mixed emotions going on in my body right now was confusing the hell out of me.

"Sam?" She said. "Sam, what's going in your mind? I can see the steam pouring out of your ears." She said trying to make me laugh. "Sam please talk to me?" She said tugging on my hand.

"Y/n... I'm sorry." Her eyebrows bent inward. "What? You've.. Huh?" She said stopping in her spot. " I'm sorry that I just kiss you like that, and that we got caught."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. "Stop apologizing, I liked you kissing me." She said stepping closer to me, a most likely dumbfounded expression. "Close your lips, and kiss me again Sammy." She said leaning in closer.

I hadn't thought that Y/n also was fallin' in love with me. Stupid teenager's minds. Getting caught, but loving the trouble we caused. "I think Sammy.. I think I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time now." Y/n said. I smiled and hummed in agreement.

Completed on: 05/20/2021

Posted on: 05/21/2021

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[samsexualdeancurious]

The Way He Looks (At You)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1,602

Summary: The reader is crushing hard on the younger Winchester.

Warnings: None

Written for Belinda for her June 2020 prompt.

Betaed by me.

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“Y/N!”

You look up from your beer in the direction of the familiar voice and can’t help a grin when you see who it is. “Dean!”

Your friend weaves his way through the crowd towards you, two beers held high to try and keep them safe. His grin is a breath of fresh air in this place as you stand to hug him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, squeezing him around the waist.

“We’re on a hunt,” he answers and that’s when you realize he isn’t alone.

A tall man is standing behind Dean, looking confused but interested in what’s going on. Tall is an understatement, actually. Dean is tall. This man is a giant. A gorgeous giant with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and fox-tilted eyes of a color you can’t quite identify in the low light of the bar. He has long hair, floppy in a way that reminds you a bit of a puppy. The ends curl a little around his ears, on the back of his neck, and where a few locks have fallen over his forehead. You want to run your fingers through it.

What the hell? Where did that thought come from?

Dean is speaking, stepping back and gesturing to the man with one beer. “Sammy, this is Y/N, a hunter friend. Y/N, this is my brother, Sam.”

Oh.

It’s honestly shocking that you’ve known Dean for so long and never met Sam. The man is the light of his brother’s life, Dean’s whole reason for existing. You remember when you first met Dean. Sam was still away at college at the time. He’d been grumpy about Sam leaving but also so proud of him for getting a full ride to Stanford of all places.

“Hi,” you say, offering your hand for Sam to shake. “It’s nice to meet you. Dean’s told me a lot about you.”

Sam smiles and oh. My God. Just when you thought he couldn’t look better. He has dimples. “It’s nice to meet you. Dean hasn’t told me much about you but all of it was good.”

“I sure hope so.” You give Dean a playful poke, making him squawk and almost spill his beer. “Did he tell you about the many times I’ve saved his ass?”

Sam’s grin widens and Dean sputters a protest. You just laugh and hop up onto the high chair you’d occupied previously, gesturing to the seat next to you.

“Have a seat, Sam. I think we’re gonna get along great.”

Dean is pouting as he takes the third chair at the table. “I’m going to regret introducing you two, aren’t I?”

You shoot him a wink. “One hundred percent.”

Talking to Sam is easy. He’s brilliant - of course he is, the man went to Stanford on a full ride, for crying out loud - and hilarious. You could listen to him ramble about anything for hours, you’re pretty sure. You could also listen to him and Dean banter for hours. The two play off each other beautifully, a snappy back and forth that has hidden warmth at its core. It’s a treat to see.

Turns out the boys are in town for the same hunt as you. You’d figured as much and immediately suggest working together. Dean agrees without hesitation and Sam flashes you another of his brilliant smiles. Butterflies stir in your belly.

You’re in trouble with that one.

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After that hunt - which went really well, having extra hands is always nice - you don’t see the Winchesters again for several months. When you do, it’s once again on a hunt. The Winchesters arrive in town just in time to join you in adventuring into the nest of a shifter that’s wreaking havoc on an upscale neighborhood. Thank god they’re there, too, because the shifter ends up being a pair of shifters and if you’d been alone, you definitely wouldn’t have escaped with only a broken leg.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Sam says as he helps you into the backseat of the Impala after you’re released front he hospital. The cast is awkward, to say the least, and Sam’s huge hands are steady on your forearms.

“Don’t be,” you assure him. “If not for you, I’d probably be dead now. I thought I was ready for that hunt but apparently not.”

“Just goes to show that even when we’re as prepared as we think we can be, things can always go wrong,” Dean says as he slides into the driver’s seat. “I’m just glad a broken leg is the worst injury any of us got.”

“You need to take it easy.” Sam settles into his place in the passenger seat and twists around to look at you. You can’t help admiring him - it’s so unfair, how beautiful he is. “You should stick with us, at least until you’re leg is healed.”

So that’s what you do, except that you never actually end up leaving even after your leg heals.

--

The three of you make a great team. Plus, the bunker? Is fucking awesome. You stay there for the three months it takes your leg to heal and quickly fall in love with the place. It’s been a lifetime since you had a place you could call all your own, let alone your own room. Once it becomes clear that neither you nor the brothers want you to leave, you find yourself settling in easily and filling your space with your own things.

The downside of living with the Winchesters, though, is seeing Sam all the time. Well, it’s a downside in that you’re finding yourself falling head over heels in love with him and there doesn’t seem to be anything you can do to stop your quickly-developing feelings. Sam is physically beautiful but he’s also beautiful on the inside. Despite all the horrible, traumatic experiences Sam has been through, he’s still kind and empathetic to everyone he meets. His hands are rough with gun callouses but gentle when he holds rescued victims or pets the floppy ears of the dogs you two meet on your morning runs.

On top of that, he’s wicked smart. He loves books and spends hours in the library between hunts just learning about anything and everything. He organized the whole huge room himself when they first moved in, apparently.

Something about that is incredibly hot.

You may have met Dean first but you and Sam quickly become friends. You can spend hours together, running or watching movies, or even just sitting in the silence in the library surrounded by books. Dean is a good friend for nights out at the bar or nights in with junk food and good/bad movies. Sam is a good friend for afternoons of quiet study. You like spending time with Dean. You love spending time with Sam and it’s very quickly becoming a problem.

You’d hoped Dean would stay oblivious to your feelings but no such luck. He pulls you aside about six months into living at the bunker.

“You better ask him out soon,” Dean tells you without any lead-up to the statement.

You sputter, mind racing as you try to find a way out of this conversation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Sam. Ask him out.”

Your cheeks burn. “He doesn’t like me that way. I don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“He doesn’t like you - Y/N, are you blind? That boy is in love with you. He’s been crushing hard since I first introduced you two but ever since you started living here? He’s been falling head over heels for you. Have you seen the way he looks at you? I haven’t seen him look at anyone that way since Jess.”

Jess. Sam’s first love, the girl he wanted to marry right up until Azazel decided to use her as a pawn to get Sam back into the hunting game.

Shit.

“You’re not fucking with me, right?” you whisper, staring at Dean and hoping he understands how serious about this you are.

“Never about this,” he assures you, reaching out to give your cheek a little pat. “Go get your man.”

You bat his hand away and he chuckles, looping his arm around your shoulder instead for a hug.

“Trust me,” Dean says, giving you a squeeze.

You nod and lean into him. You have your doubts, of course, but your mind is racing with all the new possibilities that Dean’s words have created.

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Sam breaks first.

“Y/N,” he says softly, words loud in the quiet library.

You look up from your book to find him watching you. “Yes?”

“Will you. Um.” His cheeks are pink and he ducks his head a little, adorably shy. “Would you like to go get dinner with me?”

Your heart leaps, your stomach flips, and your mind comes to a screeching halt.

“What?” you manage to say.

Sam blushes hard and he looks away. “It’s okay, you don’t - I understand -”

Your brain finally processes what he asked. “Yes!”

He stops talking and stares at you in awkward silence for a second. “... what?”

Now your cheeks are burning. “I would love to get dinner with you,” you say.

Sam lights up and the sight warms you at your very core. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You return his grin. “Does Friday night work for you?”

“Yeah,” he says, tone softening. Almost as if he’s in awe - like he didn’t expect you to say “yes.” “Yeah, Friday works.”

You reach across the table to weave his long fingers between your own. “It’s a date.”

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First lines

@klaineharmony tagged me to post the first lines of my last 20 works. I have no clue if I’m doing this right, so there’s some WIPs and some published here, so here goes!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag our favorite authors!

the ones with links are the ones posted, some are active WIPs, and some are still sitting on my word docs. I did cheat and skipped like. two stories because one was a chat fic and the other is one I’m seriously considering deleting, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. anyways! Enjoy these first lines, or as I like to call it: “How many times can I use Katherine’s name in the Newsies’ fics?”

finished~~

1. Bring on the Monsters (DuckTales)

Louie huffs, resisting the urge to pull his phone out from under his pillow and check the time again.

2. in a string of days, a year is gone (Darkwing Duck)

It’s two weeks after the Fearsome Four before Drake thinks to ask Gosalyn where she’d been living since her Grandpa’s disappearance.

3. Stay in the Car! (Darkwing Duck)

They’re driving across the Audubon Bay Bridge when the structure rocks with an explosion, causing Drake to swerve to avoid hitting the car in front of him.

4. Not Some Little Christmas Show I’m Reviewing (Newsies)

Katherine stared up at the theater, shoulders hunched against the cold.

5. The One on Halloween (Newsies)

Katherine smirked a little to herself as she adjusted the scarf she'd picked for her Halloween costume.

6. Groovy Kind of Love (Newsies)

"Hey Kath?" Jack leaned his head over the back of the couch to call down the hallway.

7. drabbles and prompt fills and asks, oh my! (technically all Newsies, right now)

Chapter Four: Ducks for Chicks. 

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” Crutchie said, grinning.

8. In Case of Medda-ling, Always Keep Your Phone On... (Newsies)

"Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joooleeennee—"

9. ain’t no sunshine (Newsies)

Katherine squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in her pillow until spots of light danced behind her eyelids.

10. summer heat, boy and girl meet (Newsies)

Honestly, Katherine hadn’t been crazy about the ‘beach house getaway’ idea.

WIPs~~

11. ignis fatuus (Darkwing Duck)

Gosalyn narrows her eyes at the goat--Mr. Hannigan, Mrs. Cavanaugh had said--who looks completely out of place in his pinstripe suit against the fancy decorative plates they weren’t allowed to touch in Mrs. Cavanaugh’s kitchen.

12. Custom Fit in an Off-the-Rack World (Newsies) (Chapter 1)

“Do you, John Francis Kelly, take Katherine Ethel Pulitzer as your lawfully wedded wife?”

13. Play Me a Memory (Newsies) (Chapter Four)

"Hey." A soft hand in his hair slowly brought Race out of his doze on the bar, his face smushed into the wood.

14. Unnamed Duck Boys’ Sleepover Part 2 (Ducktales)

“Why’s Unca’ Donal’ so quiet?” Dewey asks around his toothbrush.

15. Bring on the Real World (DuckTales)

Dewey dips his foot in the pool, kicking and watching the water ripple.

16. literally all my doc has for a title here is “Gosalyn sick” (titles come last, sue me XD)

Drake holds Gosalyn’s hair back with one hand, rubbing her back with the other.

17. (working title) The Adventures of Gosmoduck and D-E-W!

“Okay, say something,” Gosalyn says, taking off her helmet as they park their bikes side-by-side in the garage.

18. Evolution of a Nightmare (Darkwing Duck/DuckTales)

Gosalyn’s no stranger to nightmares.

19. Blue and Pink (original work ft. the Kelly kids)

Corey shifted in their seat on the ferry, duffel bag between their scuffed, paint-splattered Converse.

20. Girls’ Best Friend (original work) (currently chapter nine-ish)

“Hello, I.T. Have you tried turning it off and on again?” Sammi said in a bored voice, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder.

wow, i can’t believe I actually had 20 stories?? and that I repeat names so much?? that’s a weird pattern to find tbh I wasn’t expecting that... 

tagging! most of my peeps were tagged already but imma tag you again. @elozable @thelittleredheadedmusician @jemsjadependant and literally any other mutuals who thinks this looks fun and wants to give it a shot! happy writing!

xx

#can't believe I branched out of newsies fanfic holy shit #or that i have two og works #fun fact b&p is the work i'm waiting to hear back on so fingers crossed #newsies fanfic #darkwing duck fanfiction #ducktales fanfic #my writing #my fanfic #disney writes stuff #tag games

[wincestbigbang]

2019 Master Post

​Title: Invisible Touch Author: ellerkay Artist: blindswandive Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Sibling incest, first time, mind control, mind control aftermath and recovery, mind rape, blow jobs, anal sex, kissing, making out, hand jobs, telepathy, guilt, shame, emotional hurt/comfort, barebacking Summary: A witch with mind control powers makes Sam and Dean have sex with each other for the first time, forcing them to confront their desire for one other. Afterwards, they find their way back to intimacy and to healing. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Undertow Author: laughablelament Artist: Nisaki (a.k.a. swan_song21) Rating: NC-17 Warning/Spoilers: non-graphic suicide attempt Summary: A not-so-brotherly riff on The Little Mermaid. “And the Broken Hearts, men without country, without family, are transfixed and transformed by the Song. But all is not lost. For the Love of a Mortal can melt the Mer Heart, and thus restore the Human Form.” -the lore Art: Live Journal | Tumblr Story: Ao3 Title: Suits Author: twoboys2love Artist: leaf_zelindor Rating: PG-13 Warnings/Spoilers: important spoilers from season 1 to season 10 (If you haven't watched) Summary: Suits the boys have worn over the years... and the feelings they inspired. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Kale or Nada Author: smalltrolven Artist: tx_devilorangel Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for episode 14.13. Summary: A coda to episode 14.13 “Lebanon” set in the AU from the epic 300th episode. Sam is an ultra-rich internet-famous tech corporate lawyer that sends the best criminal defense lawyer in the country to get Dean out of his jam with the FBI. Within a few days of being released from FBI custody (with an apology!), Dean is sitting in the living room of Sam’s Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: Slipping Through the Minutes Author: sci_fis Artist: emmatheslayer Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: N/A Summary: Omega Sam (16) and Alpha Dean have been in a relationship for a couple of years, but Dean refuses to mate with Sam until he turns 18, insisting that Sam should be old enough to give informed consent first. But when young unmated omegas start going missing, things may change. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3 Title: Playtime Author: jdl71 Artist: cherie_morte Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Dark Fiction, Blood, Sibling Incest, Murder, Violence, Kidnapping, Torture, Bottom Sam, Top Dean. Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester have embraced their dark desires for each other and for killing not just the supernatural. They travel, looking for a new toy for Sam to play with and something for Dean to hunt. They enjoy hearing the screams of those they hunt; Sam loves to see their blood drip from his knife while Dean enjoys the thrill of the hunt. Art: Live Journal Story: Ao3 Title: After the End of Everything Author: amypond45 Artist: amberdreams Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: None Summary: Michael won. He took the world down, then opened a portal to another universe and moved on, leaving Sam and Dean to pick up the pieces. After his possession, Dean is a burned-out shell with no conscious memory of anything that happened during his time as Michael’s vessel. Sam takes his broken brother on the road, and together they make their way home, hoping to find others who made it through the End of Days, hoping to find a way back to each other. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Live Journal | Ao3 Title: All My Loves Author: ncdover/ncdover1285 Artist: sandy79 Other Pairing(if applicable): Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, Dean/Lisa, Sam/Jess (mostly mentioned) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Major Character Death, Underage Summary: They say that we fall in love with three people over our lifetime, each one for a specific reason. Each person that we fall in love with is something that we are seeking at that particular time in our lives. Dean has been falling for Sammy in many different ways over the years, for as long as he can remember. How could he possibly have three loves? So he sits down to think it through and decides that while he may have had three loves in his life, he has never stopped loving his Sammy, and never will. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Love, Lies, & Lap Dances Author: wicked-wincest-writer / cleighwrites Artist: bluefire986 Other Pairing (if applicable): Sam/Jess, Dean & clients (mentioned/background) Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Angst, hypothermia, mentions of prostitution, frottage, anal sex, incest (duh!), slowest of burns Summary: Sam was a freshman at Stanford who had no idea how his big brother was paying for him to live off-campus. Dean was a part-time escort and a full-time liar. How will Sam react when he finds out exactly how Dean has been paying for everything since they left their dad behind? Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Tumblr | Ao3 Title: Dead Hearts Author: raving_liberal Artist: kuwlshadow Rating: R Warnings/Spoilers: Body/Medical Horror, Blood and Gore, Blood Kind (Kinda), Canon-Typical Violence, spoilers for Season 02 Summary: A gory vision sends Sam and Dean to New York to investigate a series of bizarre murder-suicides among organ transplant recipients. They soon find themselves racing the clock to save a kidnapped girl before she becomes the next victim. Nightmares and the memory of Dean’s heartsblood on his lips haunt Sam through an investigation that puts the brothers on the trail of an ancient Norse legend. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Catch the Wind Author: sarasaurusrex Artist: bluefire986 Other Pairing(if applicable): Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Mostly Wincest, Wincestiel at the end, teencest, Flashbacks, Time Travel, Action/Adventure, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester, John Winchester Being an Asshole, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Butterfly Effect, Choices, Changing the past, OC Villains, Guilt, Castiel Does What Castiel Wants (Supernatural), Threesome - M/M/M, wound care, Making Out, Don't Wake Dad, Healing Sex Summary: When a rogue angel Castiel once spared begins murdering angels on the West Coast, Sam and Dean help Castiel hunt the angel down once and for all. Along the way they find themselves in a place they stayed in as teenagers. It brings back memories of Sam’s 16th birthday, when he was being hunted by a delusional friend of John's who was determined to stop the next King of Hell. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean, or Castiel, the past and present are inexplicably intertwined, and sparing the angel in the past has unfathomable consequences for Sam and Dean's future. Fate, chance, and redemption must all be confronted for the trio to move on. Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: There Goes the Neighborhood Author: amusawale Artist: tx_devilorangel Other Pairing(if applicable): Sam/Jessica Rating: PG-13 Warnings/Spoilers: Slow burn, canon compliant wincest, pre-series AU Summary: Dean didn't get to collect Sam from Stanford. They never took to the road together. Sam went on to be a lawyer and Dean did his hunting thing. But now Sam wants to run for mayor and he needs to scrub his record of this annoying brother who is a stain on his impeccable record. He meets with Dean, and asks him to "kill himself" so that Sam can be free of him. Dean agrees. Sam is dissatisfied now. Why does his brother find it so easy to let him go? (which, really, hypocrite much?" - the author says as an aside) Art: Live Journal | Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: Love the Sinner: Embrace the Sin Author: paperann Artist: 2blueshoes Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Themes Summary: While Sam and Dean were raised as hunters, it was their choice to continue the fight against evil—their duty to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Time and time again, they’d save the world, fight the monsters, but in truth: Destiny doomed the Winchesters from the start. Why else was Sam born as Lucifer’s true vessel, spiraling into a demon blood addiction so easily and spectacularly—unless an inherent darkness resided inside him all along? How could Dean wield the Mark of Cain, only passed down through biblical blood and honed by those few deemed ‘worthy'—unless he wasn’t a natural-born sadistic killer? In a sad twist of irony, the Winchesters were always fated to be monsters, no matter how they tried to even the scales. Aboard a sinking ship, they chose insanity—Dean scraping together broken parts to stay afloat while Sam kept thinking love conquers all—maybe it was time to let go, to drown. Giving in didn’t necessarily mean giving up. Even if it hurt, there could be another life waiting for them. Together. Anything was better than being trapped in this cycle—whether it was cowardice or courage it didn’t matter—someone had to break it, before it broke them. Art: Ao3 Story: Ao3 Title: For The Love Of Chuck (Or Not) Author: runedgirl Artist: a_biting_smile Rating: NC-17 Summary: After Chuck’s revelation, Sam becomes hopeless enough to want to give up on life itself, so Dean knows he has to take drastic action. What can they do that Chuck would hate enough to give up on his “favorite show” and let the Winchesters make their own choices again? Warning/Spoilers: Takes place directly after the Season 14 finale. Castiel appears as a side character, no romantic undertones. Art: Live Journal Story: Live Journal Title: A Map Without Landmarks is Useless Author: Zee487 Artist: An Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Spoilers: Major Character Death, Suicide Attempt, Violence Summary: When Sam is born, John props Dean’s elbow up on a pillow, carefully places the tiny wrinkled bundle into Dean’s arms, and tells Dean, “This is Sam. He’s your brother. You gotta watch out for him.” Dean looks at his brother’s big, clear eyes looking back at him and feels Sam’s tiny hand wrap around his finger and falls head over heels in love. Art: Tumblr Story: Ao3

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[daughters-and-winsisters]

You placed the book back on the table, leaning back in your chair and letting out a deep sigh. Your eyes glanced over to Jack who was reading through the lore books intently, scanning the pages like there'd be an exam at the end. "Jack." You said, trying to tear him away from the books. He didn't even stir. "Jack." You said, only louder. His head began to turn, his eyes catching up as he finished the page, "Yes?" "We should do something fun." You stated. "What do you mean?" He asked, making you laugh. "I mean, you've never experienced normal teenage stuff. I know you can't exactly go to school, but you can do all the other stuff. You're living the dream of every teenager ever and you don't even know it. So I'm gonna show you what it's like to be a normal teen. What do you wanna do first?" Jack leaned back in his chair in thought before looking directly at you and proudly suggesting, "Homework." You slumped in the chair next to him, "You what?" "You said I've never experienced normal teenage things, like homework." "Okay, Jack. I meant fun things, if I wanted to do homework I'd just go help Sam out." "Oh..." "Tell you what, next time I get a piece of homework, you can try and help me, alright?" Jack's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Okay!" "But in the mean time..." You scanned the room, realising there was nothing but books and empty beer bottles, "come on." You said. He watched you stand up from your chair and put your jacket on."Where are we going?" He asked, still not putting the book down. Frowning, you closed the book for him and put it on the coffee table. "We're gonna go out, we're gonna find fun things to do, and we're gonna enjoy it!" You smiled, holding your hand out for him to take. Jack hesitated a little, but took it, allowing you to drag him up the steps of the bunker.

When you got on the bus into town Jack wouldn’t stop asking questions. “Aren’t we supposed to be researching? Sam said we have to know as much as we can about all the different monsters out there." "Jack!" You hissed, aware others could hear what he was saying. "Oh...sorry...but shouldn't we be training at least?" "There is nothing wrong with taking a break." You insisted. You felt sorry for him, he was technically two years old, but is appearance made him seem like a twenty-something year old with no life experience. Jack was practically a brother to you and you felt as though you owed him a good time as a teenager, rather than as a Hunter. "A break. You mean like watching Netflix?" Jack tilted his head a little, making him look almost like a puppy. "No no no. Don't get me wrong, Netflix is a Godsend, but I mean legit fun things. The adventure starts here." You grinned at him, pressing the bell for the bus to stop and slinging your backpack over your shoulder. Jack smiled and followed after you.

Hours later, after racing around town, going in every shop and down every alleyway and over every bridge, you both ended up at the mini golf place. You were winning, but decided to "miss" a few shots to make the game more of a competition. Jack took his turn, taking a moment to look around at all the different people there were. A family of three, another of eight, a couple, a group of friends and a guy on his own who seemed to be having the most fun out of anyone. "Thank you, Y/N." Jack smiled, making you smile back. "You having fun then?" You chuckled. "I am!" He grinned, "I didn't know there were so many different types of coffee...and the fairground rides that looked like deathtraps were surprisingly fun!" You laughed, remembering how hard it was to drag him on The Waltzers. "Okay, after this, we can do the ultimate teenage move." "Which is what?" He asked, handing you your golf club. You took a step forward, lining up your shot before putting. The ball rolled into the hole and you smiled, looking at Jack, "Duh, a house party! A friend from schools having one tonight while her parents are away and she said I can bring whoever." Jack looked reluctant. "Come on, Jack. It'll be fun! I won't force you to go, but there's nothing scary about them, I promise. It wont' be that many people, anyway." "Alright." "Oh!" You added, "And don't tell Sam and Dean it's a house party. They'll freak." "You mean...lie to them?" "Not exactly...just don't tell them everything."

"Where have you guys been?" Dean asked as you and Jack headed down the steps."We had an awesome day!" Jack said, not exactly answering Dean's question. "You did?" Sam asked, glancing at you.Jack was eager to recite your day in great detail to your brothers, making them smile proudly at you. "I'm knackered though," You said, grabbing an apple, "gonna head to bed. Oh, I found a case by the way. I'll send you the article, Sammy." You eyed Jack, shooting him a wink. "Yeah, sounds good." Sam nodded, "Night, bug." "Night, kiddo." Dean called as you turned the corridor to your bedroom. 

The moment you were in you started looking through your clothes for an outfit. It was rare you had a chance to dress-up, having to always dress practically. You weren't exactly the most "girliest" of girls, but you still enjoyed the occasional chance to do your hair and makeup and rock an outfit that didn't make you look like a lumberjack. 

Almost half an hour later, you had an outfit ready laid out on your bed. Seconds away from doing your makeup, you heard a loud shout."Y/N!" It was Dean. He sounded mad. "Shit..." You huffed, putting your cleanser back on your desk. This was not going to go well. 

Reluctantly, you trudged to wear your brothers were waiting. Deans face had rage written all over it, whereas Sam’s was more concerned about what Dean would say to you, let alone anything else. “You wanna know something funny?” Dean snarled, kicking a chair out for you. You sat and said nothing.“Jack,” Dean continued, “seems to think that you’re both going to a party.” You glanced at Sam who didn’t show any sign of helping you.  “De-“ “And that’s not all!” Dean cut you off, “He also seems to think that this hunt of yours is a way to get us out for the night. Now why might he think that?” He leaned forward, his brows raising to a sly smirk. You sunk into your chair, not sure what to say. “Y/N,” Sam’s voice was softer than Deans, but somehow carried a similar angry tone, “it’s different for you two. I mean, you’re hunters. And Jack’s not even human. You have to think about these things. You’re smarter than that, sweetheart.“ “Yeah but we’re not just hunters,” You looked your brothers in the eye, “Jack doesn’t know what it’s like to be normal! And yeah maybe i don’t know what it’s like to be unaware of the things that are out there, but I know how to be a teenager and Jack wanted to do something fun for a change!” Your shout made the brothers share a look. You whispered, “He was happy. I was happy. We felt normal. Why’s that so bad?” “Because you wanted to send us away on some wild goose chase so that you could go to some stupid house house party!” Dean snapped. “It’s not stupid to want to be normal!” You shouted back, standing up from the chair, “The only reason I didn’t ask was because i knew you’d both say no! So excuse me for trying to show my brother what it’s like to have fun! I just wanted Jack to feel as normal as he could because I know what it’s like to feel different...”

Dean’s face had dropped during your speech and Sam had gone quiet. Neither knew what to say. “You can’t go,” Dean said firmly, “but next time I’ll consider it. If. IF. You ask us first.” You smiled, “Thanks, De.” “Y/N we want you to have a normal life, but it’s difficult with what we do.” Sam smiles softly.“I know, Sammy. And for what it’s worth? I wouldn’t trade this life for a normal one.” “Hey, kid,” Dean started, “I’ve never seen Jack so excited to be normal. So keep doing what you’re doing, just less of this kind of crap and more mini golf.” You chuckled and thought about whether or not Jack was in trouble. “Are you gonna shout at Jack?” You asked. “Already have,” Dean huffed, “but believe me you’re in more trouble than he is.” “Yeah yeah, alright.” You swatted him away and left for your room. 

“Y/N?” Jack asked, peering from behind your door.  “Hey,” You smiled, “they broke you, huh?” “I’m sorry I told them. I got really excited and I’m not used to lying to Sam and Dean. I’m sorry I ruined it. I guess I’m not cut out to be a proper teenager.” “Are you kidding? Jack we did the most teenage thing possible.” “We did?”  “Yeah!” “What’s that?” You grinned. “We got into trouble.”

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Requested by anon Request: How about a headcanon with the reader trying to get Jack to experience teenage life: normal teenage things: partying, naps, homework, mini gold, legit fun things! And Sam and Dean (brothers) are just looking on really proud Okay okay I know this was a headcanon request but I loved the idea so I turned it into a written fic, I hope that’s okay!

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[shirtlesssammy]

9x05: Dog Dean Afternoon

Welcome to our last hellatus recap. This is one of our themed episodes and it’s not too late to guess what that is. You’ll win bragging rights forever! Anyway, our show is back tomorrow!

Then:

Obligatory Teddy Bear shot of how AbsUrD this show can be. Note to Show: Don’t highlight the absurdity of this show when you’re about to air a so-so episode. 

Now:

As a very dedicated taxidermist works on his Game of Thrones masterpieces, his very smart, very loyal German Shepherd, Colonel, alerts him to danger. They head through the halls of stuffed animals (but they’re all fake because who the fuck is stuffing these bears and shit? Also, a dog? Aren’t tigers endangered? WTF is all this?). Anyway, a man with a snake tongue attacks the taxidermist and Colonel sees it all. 

At the bunker, Sam’s got a case.

Once at the Taxidermy shop, they find it covered in red paint, and a little paw print symbol. Sam takes a picture.

Agents and Michaels and Deville enter the crime scene. And by crime, I mean all the dead animals. WTF? Like. WTF? Let’s assume all these animals died of natural causes, so we can pretend the victim was “a good egg.” Sam heads off to tour the place and Dean stops to interview Mr. Stevens. As Dean learns about “entrails” and such, Sam looks over the merch. 

Poor Dean Bean continues to have frightening reminders about why he’s a germaphobe. 

The boys are thinking witch, but decide to keep digging. 

At their motel, Sam discovers the “wiccan symbol” is really an animal right’s group symbol. (LOL, I totally don’t remember this episode and I’m totally NOT changing my caption from above.) 

Dean and Sam head to a vegan bakery where we learn that Dean knows the smell of Patchouli. Yeah, you might mask that with disdain for non-meat eaters, Dean, but we see you. They head to interrogate Olivia and Dylan, two founding members of S.N.A.R.T., the animal right’s group. They’re wearing sunglasses inside, so Dean thinks they’re douchebags. The brothers flash their badges. The couple sits down to talk about the victim. “You know how hunters are. They’re selfish dicks who define themselves by what they kill.” 

They explain that someone attacked them with pepper spray and that’s why they look like douchebags. 

Back at the motel, Sam further investigates the attack and the brothers surmise that they were attacked by venom.

At the local animal shelter, Brad gets a visit from Snake Man. Brad knows the guy and gets a $100 to let him walk into the kennel. The dude gathers ALL THE CATS and Brad wanders in to watch him EAT ONE. Yeah, we’re technically not on hate watch week anymore, BUT I STILL HATE THIS. 

Brad doesn’t last long. 

At the new crime scene, the brothers try to piece together the new information. Dean sees Colonel in a cage and ACCUSES HIM OF BEING A SUSPECT. GUH. Dean, just say you hate dogs and go home. Colonel doesn’t react to silver and Sam guesses they “can rule out killer.” Colonel starts barking. 

How would you like to come home with me and live in a nice big bunker and go for car rides all the time and eat liver sausages and help solve mysteries? 

Dean THE SMARTEST BEAN AROUND Winchester notices that Colonel is reacting to the local cop’s hat, so he tries it out. Bingo. Colonel was a witness to the crimes. 

Sam thinks there’s a way to communicate with the dog to find out what he’s seen. 

Kevin gets them a spell to talk with the dog. Dean agrees to drink the Mind Meld concoction because he doesn’t want Sam to take on more than healing from near death even if he doesn’t know if because he has an angel possessing him. Whew. 

The spell doesn’t seem to work (But it DID, so can I like get said spell? I’d really love to talk with my cat on the regular, lolz, I’m not crazy.) 

After eating lunch, Colonel sits up and asks for the channel to be changed. DUDE. It’s Foreigner. No one puts Foreigner in the corner. Dean’s on my side and has a nice argument with the dog while Sam watches confused. 

Dean gets to the point of the situation and asks about the cowboy hat. The killer wears a hat. WBK. As he throws away his food wrapping, Sam wants to know about the cats. Dean retrieves it like a good boy. (but seriously, German Shepherds ARE NOT RETRIEVERS. Good luck getting them to return anything!) 

Suddenly, there’s a noise outside and both Dean and Colonel head to the window to harass the mailman. Yep. 

Back at the motel, Sam tells Dean that side effects of mind melding with an animal can include developing animal urges. Suddenly I’m reminded of Dean’s fascination with the dog familiar from season eight and feel horribly uncomfortable. Dean angrily opens a chocolate bar, only for the dog to warn him off of it. No chocolate? This is an outrage!

Outside, a pigeon poops on Baby. “Hey, dick move, pigeon!” The bird returns anger with insult. “Screw you, asshat!” Apparently all animals have a universal language just sprinkled with insults! Dean shouts at the pigeon with all the subtlety of a very large human-shaped dog.

Sam manages to drag Dean into the car, but not before I make a diorama of this scene and place it on my Supernatural altar of Very Good Things. 

Dean and Sam argue over whether they should leave Colonel in the car. “You think we like that?” Dean asks, ROYALLY insulted. Hell, no. Colonel’s going in with them. In a moment where I curse my horrific prescience, Dean gives a lusty once-over to a nearby tied-up poodle. I…just…

Inside the shelter, Dean interrogates all the shelter animals. There’s only one dog who can give any good intel, and the dog only delivers in exchange for a belly rub. From Sam.

The dog gives them a tip: they’re looking for a cowboy hatted villain who works at a nearby restaurant. Dean lets all the animals free before they leave. “I didn’t peg you for a softy,” Colonel remarks. But WE all knew. Dean Bean <3

The Winchesters break into the restaurant that evening and discover a giant stash of prescription medications and…a cage of mice. The mice give Dean a tip: animal bits and pieces are stored neatly in the refrigerator. Sam finds a spell: with the right magic, ingesting a certain bit of animal helps the magician to temporarily gain that animal’s power. The guy’s mixing various animal parts to experiment on the effects and fun new powers he might develop. 

Dean and Sam encounter a chef and waiter preparing a private dinner (featuring shark fin) and shoo them out under the guise of health inspector. 

Chef Leo nibbled on a chameleon, which allows him to get the drop on Sam. 

He swipes at Sam’s throat. Gadreel flashes to life and heals Sam’s terrible throat slash. Leo witnesses this miraculous healing and decides that Sam’s the ultimate snak - I mean, meal. 

Leo sniffs out a dog, only to turn around and see…Dean. When the chef learns that Dog Dean and Angel Sam are brothers he is many levels of confused, but that doesn’t put him off his plans to chow down on Sam Fucking Winchester and his creamy angel filling. Dean, being a dog, immediately sniffs out some new information about Leo: he has cancer. Traditional treatments did nothing to help Leo, but his animal power worked. While his quest began sympathetically, murder is a side effect that Leo’s totally cool with as long as he can keep pushing the boundaries of man and beast. “Guess you eat enough predators, you start to become one.” 

The chef pulls out a wolf heart so he can tear Dean - a mere dog - into little kibble sized bits. Dean breaks free just in time and leads Leo on a merry chase outside. He looks oddly triumphant for being cornered by Leo in an alley, and whistles sharply. A pack of the stray dogs come running and tear Leo to bits. 

Dean races back to check on Sam and calls for Sam…or Zeke...to wake up. “Don’t make me lick your damn face,” he pleads dramatically. Sam snaps awake. Hooray! Happy ending!

We jump to the Colonel meeting the vegans from earlier. They wuv that cute widdle puppy wuppy! Dean regrets that they can’t take Colonel along with them but it’s no life for a dog! It’s vegan dog treats from here on out. 

The spell wears off just as Colonel tells Dean, “Dogs aren't really man's best friend. I know it sounds like a conspiracy theory, but the real reason we were put here was to…” He starts barking, and the spell’s done at last. I’m sure we’ll finally learn the truth about dogs in the final scene of season 15, right? RIGHT? 

At the car, Dean checks in with Sam. Sammy’s fine, but he’s a little weirded out by what Leo said about him - why did he want to know WHAT Sam was? Dean dissembles awkwardly and they take off for further adventures, played out to the credits by sad guilt violins.

These Quotes Have Fleas:

The slippery nipple shots at the Dolly Parton Dixie Stampede nearly killed the guy

Always knew I'd find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery

You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags

I need a Raquel Welch poster and a rock hammer

I’m getting extorted by a dog

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Amnesia Island 04

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~EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND 04~

★Under clear blue skies adventure calls to those whose hearts yearn for it. Whether it be the excitement of not knowing what comes next, meeting new people and seeing sights beyond one’s home, the thrill of seeing what others have never seen or the sense of connection from pilgrimage, adventurers are called from all walks of life. As they look to the blue sky and yearn for what lies beneath it, their hearts race and they feel themselves come alive. All it takes is the first step, to run, to break free, to pursue a dream that cannot be achieved standing still. This is the call of an adventurer. A call that rings eternal.

Cottage of mud and shelved brick Buried in grassy hill, trees, and shrubs A quaint dirt path Lush garden carefully maintained Tomatoes glistening in mid-morning light Palms rising above forest canopy Distant ocean framed by trees and clouds Above, a sky so blue

“Oh yes, before you go,” Nana stopped Tempest as he stood on the front stoop of her abode looking out at the distant horizon. “It’d be awful to have you running around bare foot, and I just happen to have some sandals lying around that should fit you.

“Really, the clothes hidden all over this island are a godsend,” Nana chuckled as she handed Tempest the sandals and a glove for his left hand. “Nearly everything Rosy and I have needed has simply been hidden somewhere if we just looked for it. Well, bar the leotard she wears. We made that together after she ripped up one too many dresses on her little adventures. Able to make it with Rings even so she can always repair it just by picking up one of those silly golden loops. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard they look like. I can’t actually see them myself, which is why Rosy gathers them every day.

“And here I am prattling on again,” Nana laughed at herself and shooed Tempest from the stoop. “You go have a good time, though I recommend looking for Rosy down by the beach. There’s a fishing machine down there that catches our dinner for us. She’ll probably have gone that way first if she didn’t get distracted. And do please carry a Ring if you can see them. According to Rosy, they keep her out of most of the trouble she gets into.”

“I will,” Tempest smiled and adjusted the glove with a tug on the wrist strap that allowed the crystals growing from his wrist through.

Soon he was off and running at a light pace with an amazed smile on his face. The paths of the forest were full of bird life and small rodents scampering about, the golden loops Nana spoke of hanging in the air spinning on their axes presenting paths of their own to follow.

“Rings, huh?” Tempest contemplated as he stopped before one and reached to grab it. At his touch it disappeared with a twinkling of golden motes of light not dissimilar to those of Darkness left by the drops of liquid Darkness from his right arm. “I wonder if they’re similar.”

Looking at his arm, Tempest called the Ring he collected from wherever it resided within his body with a flick of his wrist and compared it. How he did so never even crossed his mind as he was guided by an instinct he did not even observe. He did not observe anything of further interest in comparison either and reabsorbed the Ring as he dashed off simply collecting them as he ran.

“If this Rosy is collecting them for Nana, then I should too since I can see them,” Tempest mused aloud, chasing after the loops and leaping about allowing the stretchiness of his arm to let him swing from the trees freely even.

“Ha-ha-ha! This is so much fun! Just running and testing myself. I wonder how much harder I can push myself?”

With a toothy grin Tempest slid to a stop and knelt down into a runners pose, scanning the trees for a path he could chase after the Rings on. Seeing one he liked he bolted off leaving a shockwave in his wake that shook the whole forest. A Sonic boom that scared the birds from the trees and sent the forest critters running. But he was going too fast to even hear them no less his own foot falls or the melody of the Rings, at least until his unplanned burst of speed led him strait into a natural spike formation that he would have impaled himself on if not for the Rings. At that point he heard their jingle as a force he could not comprehend threw him back from the obstacle and sent the Rings he had gathered up flying.

Landing on his rump, Tempest stared ahead blankly for a moment, the light of his crystals turning purple with his confusion. Then they turned back blue as he burst out laughing and fell onto his back.

“I guess that’s what Nana by the Rings keeping me safe. Ha-ha-ha! Wow, what type of trouble does Rosy get into to need them regularly? But what about me? I was running so fast I couldn’t even hear anything anymore. Wow!”

Sitting up, Tempest marveled as he looked at his legs which did not appear particularly special save where the crystals that grew from his ankles were. “He-he, I can actually run faster than sound. Really, who was I?”

Confused as he was, Tempest kept laughing as he got to his feet and looked out through the forest at the distant ocean. “I bet at a pace like that though I can find Rosy in no time.”

Laughing and smiling Tempest took off again, a mixture of caution and self-challenging himself leading him to fly through the forest. “Wahoo~!”

Arriving on the beach, Tempest’s eyes were drawn to a massive windmill with wood arms up the coastline. It was a strange windmill since it was also built into a white walled lighthouse and two cables led from a slot in its side into the ocean. They appeared to be moving in opposite directions as though they were on a pulley system, and daylight twinkling revealed the hooks hanging from them.

“I guess that’s the fishing machine…”

With his speed it took Tempest only a matter of seconds to reach the lighthouse windmill. But there was no sign of anyone outside and he soon set foot into the dusty interior.

“Hello?” Tempest asked as he stepped into the lighthouse.

He could hear the humming of a generator and the turning of the wooden arms of the windmill, but he could not see much save motes of dust illuminated by light that filtered in through shuttered windows. That and golden light that zipped through the air accompanied by a voice of a young woman. “Rosy!

“No wait, Rosy doesn’t have a boy’s voice,” a strange and tiny teardrop shaped creature with large eyes commented as it stared at Tempest.

It was held aloft in the air by dragonfly like wings that were not even connected to it and had a tiny Ring that lay on its side floating above it. Like the Ring it was golden in color and motes of light like those left behind by collected Rings trailed its flight.

“Wait, you’re the boy she found last week!”

“Last week?!” Tempest asked in shock as the light from his crystals turned purple. “I’ve been asleep for a week?!”

“Maybe longer,” the creature mused and looked away. “It’s not like you were conscious when she found you.

“…

“Wait!” the creature suddenly shouted and looked at Tempest in wide eyed surprise. “You can hear me! I mean obviously since we’re talking, but does that mean you can see me too?”

Flitting about, the creature’s eyes grew wider and wider as Tempest followed it with his eyes, only having to turn as it circled him.

“Is that unusual?” Tempest asked, his voice uncertain and growing wary.

“Not entirely,” the creature admitted. “As a Ring Fairy it’s not all that uncommon for even people who can see the Rings to not be able to see me. Even from those who can though it’s even rarer those who can hear me!”

“So, it is unusual then,” Tempest remarked.

“Not as unusual as your arm,” the fairy countered. “That’s the most unusual thing I can think of in the whole world.”

“Really?” Tempest asked warily as he held up his right hand and looked at the Darkness that it was.

“Yes!” the fairy answered amazed, but there was suddenly a noticeable shift in the air around it. “Perhaps though something so unusual can help me fulfill my mission to save the world!”

“Save… the world…?”

“Yes! I am the Ring Fairy, Mote the Fairy! I am tasked with saving the world and the missing pink hedgehog girl, Rosy, is my vassal! And I believe that you too deserve the right to serve me on my mission!”

“…What…?” Tempest asked confused and scratched behind his ear with his right hand.

As adventurers answered the call of adventure, they above all else had to be able to recognize it’s voice. For Tempest the voice that called out to him was demanding and a bit conceited, yet it seemed to also carry knowledge and like the fish hanging from the hooks of the fishing machine, he was taken by the bait.★

EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND 04 - END

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The Many Adventures of Sammi and Race - Sammi’s Wedding Update

I’m already crying while writing Sammi’s wedding chapter and I’m not even to the wedding yet!!! @wide-eyed--wonderer, @deliciouspeachpirate hold onto your hats for this one!!!! 

#The Many Adventures of Sammi and Race #writing

[dancerlittle006]

Can’t Go Home - The Many Adventures of Sammi & Race

First things first, I don’t own anything related to Disney or Newsies. Second of all, this is a continuation of my “Extra Extra Read All About It” story. You don’t necessarily need to read it to understand this one but it might fill in some blanks. 

There’s mentions of cursing, drinking and slapping/punching in this section. This isn’t where I intended to go with this update . . . it just sorta happened! 

For reference: Sami - 17; Ellie - 15; Tommy - 13; Benny - 12; Lizzie - 11; Maisie - 10; and Lucas - 8

November 18, 1918 1:30pm

It was a rare day that he didn’t have anything to do. The kids were all in school and Spot was at work.  After dropping the kids off at school that morning, he decided to walk; no real place to go or people to see, just the sidewalk at his feet and a city to discover. 

As he walked, his thoughts wandered. He and Spot had just celebrated 13 years of marriage. The kids were all growing like weeds - it was fun to sit back and watch them grow.  Ellie and Maisie were both into dancing while Benny was into football; he lived and breathed the sport which turned Spot into a football papa. They did relatively well in school and seemed to enjoy the social part of the day. They had learned about Spot and Race’s past as Newsies and had often negotiated old Newsies stories as bedtime stories. 

After having lunch out, he made his way back to the brownstone to enjoy the silence before the kids came home from school. Walking across the street, Race paused seeing someone sit on the steps of their brownstone. Looking around the street, nothing was out of the ordinary but that figure shouldn’t have been there.  Even after being off the streets for so long, his heightened awareness never really left him. 

“What’s yous doing here?” Race leaned against the brownstone, looking suspiciously at his niece. “Yous supposed to be in school, if Is recall correctly, since yous cousin is there too.” 

Sighing loudly, she lifted her head, eyes red from crying and gave her uncle a look. “I couldn’t go home.” 

Sighing, Race nodded, walking up the steps, he motioned her to follow him. She walked into the house, dropping her bookbag in its normal place before going to sit on the couch. Shutting the door behind him, he took a deep breath and counted to ten before joining her on the couch.

“First things first, are yous okay?” He asked, looking her over. Besides the bruise on her cheek, she looked okay. Her hair was pulled from the neat ponytail she usually wore it in, her clothes a bit roughed out, and her shoe scuffed. “Sammi?” 

He barely caught the small nod she gave him, tears threatening to fall once more. “Do yous wanna talk about it?” 

“I’m sure mama’s already gotten a call about it.” She whispered, tears streaming down her face as Race pulled her into his arms. 

Race agreed, knowing that their phone would probably ring at any moment. “What do yous want me to do?” 

“Can you make me a cup of hot chocolate?” She whispered, as Race dropped a kiss on her forehead before pushing himself off the couch. 

He stopped in their room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt. “How about yous go get cleaned up and Is make you that hot chocolate?” 

Walking into the kitchen, he pulled the ingredients out for his somewhat famous hot chocolate. It had quickly become a staple at the Kelly/Higgins-Conlon family get-togethers.  As he stirred the chocolate and the milk together, he knew he should let Kat know Sammi was there. Hearing the bathroom door shut, he quickly picked up the telephone receiver, requesting to be connected to the Kelly Household. After a few rings and no answer, he put the receiver down, knowing that the brownstone would be one of the first places Jack and Kat would look when their daughter didn’t return from school that afternoon. 

Pouring the rich mixture into two mugs, he picked them up, walking into the living room as the bathroom door opened. He bit his lip at the sight in front of him; both the pants and the shirt were way too big for the 17 year old but she looked comfy and more relaxed than when he found her. “Hot Chocolate’s getting cold.” 

She dropped her folded school uniform on top of her school bag before joining him on the couch. Accepting the mug, she wrapped her hands around it in comfort, blowing on it slowly, sighing in relief at the sweet scent. “Thank you.” 

The words came out so quietly that he almost didn’t hear them. “Yous welcome. Now, do you want to talk?” 

“I’d rather only say this once . . .” She looked up from the mug, giving him a small hint of a smile. “But I’m sure I’ll need to repeat it multiple times.”

Race put his mug on the table before holding out a hand to her. It was something they had started when the kids were younger and had something hard to tell one of the adults. They would let the kid squeeze their hands as they told their story; something to occupy them with. 

She slipped her hand into his before sighing. “I hit a boy at school today.” 

“Okay.” He wasn’t expecting that to come out of her mouth. “Does it have something to do with the bruise on yous cheek?” 

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yes. There’s a boy who’s been less than gentlemanly to me for the last few weeks. I didn’t think much of it, opting to hang out with Bella and a couple of my other friends.” 

He squeezed her hand back gently, letting her know he was there for her. “He had been saying things; it started off innocently enough - him wanting to go out on a date with me but soon turned creepy, but just saying them. He would tell me that he wanted to take me out, which is flattering, but then it became more stalkerish and weird. He said something about how we should run away in the night. I kept laughing it off or dismissing whatever he was saying. Until yesterday.” 

Tears clouded her eyes. She leaned forward, putting her mug on the table, wrapping her arms around her uncle. “He grabbed my wrist and twisted it. Of course he hasn’t been doing any of the talking or creepiness when any of the teachers are around.” 

Race’s breath wavered as his arms tightened around Sammi’s shoulders. He looked at her left wrist where a very colorful bruise was present. “Can you keep going or do yous want to stop?” 

“I wore a long sleeve dress today, hoping it would fend off any questions about my wrist. He noticed and when the teacher stepped out to get something from the office, he was at my desk. He ran his fingers down my cheek and was mumbling something. I grabbed his wrist and pushed him away but he came back and slapped me. I was stunned but before I knew it I pushed him away before punching him, grabbed my stuff and walked out of the classroom.” She laughed a little. “Thanks for teaching me how to punch.” 

Race sighed, placing a kissing on her forehead. “Yous welcome. Not sure this is what Spot and Is had in mind when we taught yous girls how to punch. Why didn’t yous tell us?” 

“Why would I?” She huffed, shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes. “No one would’ve believed me if I said that this boy was being less than gentlemanly.” 

Race leaned over and tilted Sammi’s chin so she looked up at him. He paused, looking Sammi directly in the eyes. “I would’ve believed you; Spot, your mom, and dad all would’ve believed you.  Your family would believe what you were saying, especially with that wrist and bruise on your cheek.” 

The dam broke with those words, Sammi’s sobbed, burying her head into Race’s chest as he held her close. Biting his lip, he had to hold his anger in as he listened to his niece’s heartbreaking sobs.  He wanted to punch something, get his anger out but this was neither the time nor the place for that. 

He held her until her body went slack. Looking down, he saw that she had fallen asleep. Maneuvering her so that she was laying down on the couch, he threw a blanket over her before walking into the kitchen. He wished it was later in the night so he could have a stiff drink but he had to be level-headed, especially when Jack Kelly found out about this. 

Picking up the telephone receiver, he asked to be connected to The World. From there, he asked for Katherine Kelly and was connected to her desk. “Katherine Kelly?” 

“It’s me.” Race sighed loudly. “I wanted to let yous know that Sammi’s here but you and Jack need to get over here. She’s fine at the moment but yous guys really should get here.” 

“Racetrack.” So many questions she wanted to ask but her voice wavered. “What’s wrong?” 

He shook his head. “She needs to tell yous this. She’s asleep right now but I think you and Jack need to get here. I’ll call the school and have them tell the kids to come here instead of your house.” 

After reassuring her Sammi was fine, he hung up the phone before calling the schools, getting a message to the kids to come to the Higgins-Conlon household. The final call he made was to Spot. “Well this is a pleasant surprise; usually Is don’t hear from you during the day. What’s wrong? Is it the kids?” 

“The kids are fine. It’s Sammi. Any chance yous can come home early tonight?” Race felt like he had aged several years in the last hour. 

Spot knew that Race wouldn’t ask that if it wasn’t important. “Sure. Let me finish this one thing and Is be home. Do yous need me to get the kids?” 

“Is called the school letting them all know to come here and not the Kelly Household.” Race said. They quickly said their goodbyes before hanging up the phone. 

Walking into the living room, he sat in their decorated chair, watching Sammi sleep.  He was pissed off that a little jerk touched Sammi. He had the audacity to lay a hand on her. This little punk was going to pay; whether that was by his hand, Jack’s hand or Spot’s hand, he was going to pay.  He held his breath, watching Sammi shift on the couch but relaxed as she remained asleep. 

He was soon lost in his thoughts. It seemed like yesterday he had held the girl laying on the couch for the first time. He had watched her grow, becoming more independent and confident as she made her way through school and becoming a pretty great older sister to her own siblings as well as his children. She was respectful but firm in her intentions of following in her mom’s footsteps in becoming a journalist, one her father found hilarious. 

Race was knocked from his thoughts as Sammi sat straight up on the couch, sobbing hysterically. He leapt from the chair before going to sit beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arm as one hand ran up and down her back in comfort. “You’re okay, Sammi. You’re safe.” 

Her chest heaved as she tried to control her crying. She sobbed against Race’s chest as he started humming and running his hand up and down her back. The opening of the front door didn’t deter his attention from the girl in his arms. “Shhhh . . . Sammi, yous got to calm down. It’s okay, you’re safe, baby girl. Yous safe.” 

Jack and Kat made their presence noticed by walking quietly into the room. Kat’s eyes were wide as Jack held her hand tightly as they took in the scene of Sammi in Race’s arms, hysterically crying. Sitting on the opposite couch, they watched quietly. Race caught Kat’s eye and smiled sympathetically. “Hey, Sammi. Yous parents are here.” 

She nodded in acknowledgement, the sobbing calming down some as she regained her breath. “Shhh don’t talk . . . just focus on calmin’ down. Yous doing good, Sammi.” 

The room was quiet, except for the occasional hiccup or sniffle from Sammi. She lifted her head up, trying to give her parents a small smile as she wiped her face with the t-shirt.  Sighing, she pushed her hair back and pushed off Race’s chest. “Thank you, Uncle Race.” “You’re welcome. How about you go wash your face?” He suggested, giving her a look. 

Sammi hesitated, biting her lip. “Will you tell them?” 

“If yous want me to.” He suggested, not knowing if she could retell the story again. 

She held out her hand as he slipped his into hers and squeezed it. “Please?” 

Nodding, he watched her stand, getting her balance, before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door. Hearing the door click, he sighed, running his hand through his hair before looking at his brother and sister-in-law. “Hi.” 

“What was that?” Jack asked, cutting to the chase of why his oldest daughter was crying hysterically a few moments ago.

Race rubbed his hands on his jeans as he watched the two of them. “I think that was a reaction to a nightmare.”

“What happened, Race?” Kat asked, lacing her hands with Jack’s. “You were pretty vague on the phone.” 

The opening of the door caught all of their attention. Spot was slipping through the door before kicking his shoes off. “What’s wrong?” 

“Is just telling Jack and Kat. Come sit.” Race said patting the couch. He waited until Spot was seated before starting. “I had the day off and got home about 1:30pm. Sammi was sitting on the front steps, eyes red from crying and said something about not being able to go home. I brought her in and she explained it all to me.” 

Giving Spot and Jack a look, he paused. “This isn’t going to be easy to tell you but you need to be calm for that girl in the bathroom. She’s fragile right now, alright?” 

Spot and Jack looked at one another before looking at Race. “That doesn’t sound good.” 

“You’re gonna be pissed as hell . . . hell I’m pissed but being that upset isn’t going to be beneficial for Sammi.” Race sighed, shaking his head. “I need you to be as calm as you can be before I tell you this.”

Jack and Spot both agreed before motioning Race to continue. “Alright. There’s a boy at school that has been less than gentlemanly to her - she said that it started off by him telling her stuff and telling her he wants to take her out. She said that it was all talk before it got a bit creepy. She’s been ignoring him and laughing it off. Yesterday, it got physical - he grabbed her left wrist and twisted around. She hid it because she didn’t think anyone would believe her.” He paused, watching Jack and Spot start pacing the living room, trying to reign in their anger. Race ignored them for a moment, opting to look at Kat only. “Today, he slapped her and she punched him, leaving the classroom and school before coming here.” 

Kat covered her mouth, tears in her eyes as she took in Sammi’s story. Pushing herself off the couch, she walked to the bathroom where Sammi was. Knocking gently, she turned the handle, pushing open the door as Sammi flew into her arms, crying. “I’m so sorry, mama.” 

“Shhhhhh . . . . you have nothing to apologize for, Sammi. Race just told us that you fought back.” Running her hand through her hair, Kat pushed her own anger away as she consoled her daughter. “I’m so proud of you Samantha Anne.” 

Pulling back, Kat took that moment to really look at her daughter. She noticed the two bruises and ran her fingers over both of them gently. “I’m sorry that you were afraid of speaking up because no one would believe you.” 

Sammi shrugged, biting her lip. “Sammi, you’ve got three fully pissed off angry men ready to fight your battle for you in that living room. This isn’t going away and you’re going to be fine. I’m so sorry this happened to you baby girl.” 

“Can we go back to the living room?” She asked, wiping away the tears that had streaked down her cheeks, taking a deep breath. 

“Wash your face, first then we’ll go back out.” Kat said, giving her a daughter a kiss on the forehead, leaning against the door with a sigh. 

Meanwhile In the Living Room

Watching Kat leave the room, Race looked over his shoulder at Jack and Spot, who both were pissed off, pacing the room angrily. Both of them had similar anger mechanisms, pacing and cursing under their breaths. Sighing, he leaned back on the couch. His heart broke again for the second time as he thought about Sammi, her sobs echoing in his head. 

“What do we do?” He was brought out of his thoughts by Spot’s question. 

Jack looked between his brother and brother-in-law with a mixture of anger and worry across his face. Race looked at the two men he admired and loved more than anything else in the world. “I have been asking myself that question for the last hour. I have no more answers than you do.” 

“How? Why?” Jack’s brain was in overdrive as he tried to process everything that he had heard in the last 20 minutes. “Why Sammi?” 

Race stood, putting his hand on Jack’s arm. “You’ll drive yourself crazy the more you question it. It happened, wes got a girl that we need to help move on from this.  Sammi’s a hella lot  stronger than wes give her credit for. She fought back, Jackie. She punched him.” 

“But she should’ve never had to.” Jack cried, looking at Race. “She’s just a girl.” 

And with that, Jack collapsed into Race’s arms, tears streaming down his face, his resolve breaking. Race fell onto the couch with Jack on top of him, crying, as Spot sat next to him. Race ran a hand through Jack’s hair as he calmed himself down. The three men were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. 

“For the first time in a long time, I don’t know what to do.” Jack sighed, clearing his throat and rubbing at his cheeks. “What do we do next?” 

“We love her.” Spot whispered. “We let her know that we’re here for her and will do anything to make sure she’s safe.” 

Race and Jack both nodded, taking in Spot’s words. “Do we tell the kids?” 

“Theys gonna know something’s up.” Spot said, considering Race’s question. “Sammi has to be the one to decide what and how much wes tell them.” 

Hearing the bathroom door open, they all looked up as Kat led Sammi back into the living room. All three stood, waiting for Sammi to make the first move as not to spook her. Rushing into Jack’s arms, she hugged him tight as his arms wrapped around her. They could hear her cries, as he gently whispered in her hair. Race walked over to Kat, pulling her into a hug. “Thank you.” 

“Yous welcome, Kat. I just loved her and was here for her.” Race murmured. “She's the one who deserves all the credit. She gets her strength from you and Jack.” 

Pulling back, Kat watched her daughter hug Spot as he spoke gently with her. Jack soon joined them, pulling Race into a hug. “Thank you Race.” 

“Yous would've done the same with any of my kids.” Race shrugged. “Now wes gotta figure out what to do.” 

Jack pulled Kat into a hug as Sammi hugged Race, a hint of a smile on her face. “I know you’ve heard it but thank you. Thank you for talking with me and comforting me.” 

“Yous and me are thick as thieves, I hope that never changes.” He grinned at her. “Nows come sit, wes need to figure out what we’re going to do.” 

Sammi went and sat between her parents on the couch as Race and Spot took the other couch. “So what do we do?” 

Sammi looked between her parents and her uncles, lacing her fingers with her mom’s. “We need to get a meeting with your school, tell them what’s been happening. Then you need to decide if you want to go back to school or go to a different school.” 

She nodded, taking in her mom’s words. “I guess it all depends on what the school is going to do.” 

Kat hugged her close. “We’ll go to the school tomorrow. You can come with us or stay at home.” 

“Or you could come here.” Race offered, knowing he wasn’t working until later in the afternoon. 

Sammi smiled. “Here. Don’t really want to be alone.” 

Kat nodded. “Now, it’s 3:30, your siblings and cousins will be here shortly. What do you want to tell them?” 

Sighing, Sammi shook her head. “Can we not tell them anything?” 

“They’re going to know something is wrong, Sam.” Jack said, giving his daughter a look. “We have to tell them something.” 

Taking a deep breath, she looked between her uncles and parents. “Can we just tell them I had a bad day at school?” 

“And the bruise?” Spot asked, looking over at her left wrist. “What do we tell them about that?” 

Cradling her wrist, Sammi looked at it, biting her lip. “I don’t know . . .” 

“We’ll tell them you fell.” Race said, looking at his family. “Simple as that.” 

Sammi nodded. “Thank you. You’re the best uncles and parents a girl could ask for. Just thank you for believing me.” 

“We’ll always believe you, Sammi.” Jack squeezed her hand. “You just have to tell us, any of us. We love you, baby girl, and we’ll always be here for you. We’ve taught you kids that from the beginning and it would be crappy of us, if we turned our backs on you now.” 

Sighing, she nodded. “Can we go home? I just want to go to bed.” 

“How about you and I go home and dad can wait here for your brothers and sister?” Kat suggested as Sammi nodded. 

Hugs were quickly exchanged, Race and Sammi’s hug a little longer than the rest. Race watched them walk out the door, sighing loudly. The house was quiet for all of 10 minutes when the door was thrown open with an excited roar. 

There were many voices, trying to talk over one another as they noticed that Jack, Spot, and Race were all waiting for them in the living room. Luckily, everyone but Ellie didn’t notice the tension in the room. 

“Homework kids?” Race asked, clapping his hands together. Groans were his answer as he ushered them to the table. Spot was busy cutting up apples and smearing them with peanut butter as a snack.  Once the kids were settled, Spot keeping a watchful eye, Race joined Jack in the living room. He saw Ellie sitting on the couch, biting her lip. 

“What’s wrong, bug?” Race asked, sitting next to her, pulling her to his side. 

Looking between her da and uncle, she sighed. “There’s rumors going around school that Sammi punched George. I waited for her after school but she never showed.” 

Jack looked at Race, nodding. “She did. She came here around 1:30. Kat took her back home a little bit ago. She’s shook up but she’s okay.” 

“What’s going to happen?” If Race wasn’t being interrogated by his 15 year old daughter, he probably would have been laughing. 

Jack looked up. “Kat and Is gonna go to the school tomorrow to talk to the principal and sees what’ll happen. But she’s safe now and really upset by what’s happened.” 

Ellie nodded. “Okay.” 

“Did you know, Ellie?” Jack asked, looking at his niece, who’s eyes went wide. “Did you know what George was doing?” 

She shrugged. “Sammi mentioned that a guy was being dumb and talking to her, asking her out. But she said that it wasn’t a big deal. She mostly laughed about it whenever she told me. I didn’t know it was this bad.” 

“None of us did, bug.” Race sighed. “But something’s going to be done about it. The important thing is Sammi’s alright and safe. Go get started on your homework, okay?” 

She nodded, walking into the kitchen to join her siblings and cousins, leaving the two men with their thoughts. “How are you feeling?” 

“Just remembering when the biggest thing we had to worry about was scraped knees and if the kids did their homework.” Jack sighed, shaking his head. “I’m both angry for her and proud of her. She’s a hella kid.” 

Race chuckled. “Of course she is, she’s YOUR kid, Jack. Sammi is all you when we were at the strike. She’s the clone of her father, and that should make YOU hella proud because you did your job.”

“She’s all her mother.” Jack argued. 

Race shrugged, agreeing with that. “True but she’s your kid too and that tenacity and determination is all you, Jack.” 

“Someone swallowed a dictionary.” Jack cracked a small smile, giving his brother a look.

He chuckled. “Nah, it was one of Benny’s vocabulary words a few weeks back. It sounded like a cool word so Is kept it in my back pocket.” 

Jack shook his head. “I should probably grab my crew and head home. Kat’s going to want to have everyone close tonight.” 

Race nodded, pushing himself off the couch. “Let us know if there’s anything we can do.” “You’ve already done enough. I really don’t know how to thank you.” Jack weakly told him, giving him a look.  “But we will.” 

Pulling Race into a hug, Jack slapped his back a couple of times in appreciation.  Gathering his crew, Jack made haste and got the three kids shuffled out the door. His head was otherwise occupied as he walked home. Kat, thank goodness, had dinner ready and awaiting on the table as they stepped in the door. “Sammi in her room?” 

Kat nodded, taking a bowl out of the oven, walking over to the table. “She changed into pajamas as soon as we got home and she’s been in there reading. I brought her a plate and she was eating as you came in the door.” 

They managed to settle down the kids, getting them to eat and talk about their days. No one mentioned Sammi, as Spot had told them she had a horrible day at school and she would be in bed by the time they got home. 

The kids didn’t put up much of a fuss when Kat announced it was bedtime. Baths were taken and hair comb before stories were ready and kids ushered to bed. Jack knocked quietly on Sammi’s door, pushing it open gently. “Just wanted to check on you kiddo.” 

“I’m alright dad.” She sighed, bookmarking her page. “Today was just awful.” 

Leaning against the door, Jack nodded. “But it’s over and in the past. You can start to move on from it.” 

“Hey dad?” Sammi called, giving him a look. “Would it be okay if I come to the school with yous and mom tomorrow?” 

Jack was slightly stunned by her question but mostly proud.  “Yous sure about that?” 

“I can’t let George get the best of me.” She nodded. “I’m sure Ellie talked to you about it . . . I wouldn’t be shocked if the entire school didn’t know what went down. I have to go back there and walk in with my head held high.” 

Jack pushed off the door, walking to sit on the corner of her bed. “Ellie did mention that the school knows and of course you can come with us. I’m so damn proud of you Samantha Anne. Yous make your mom and me so proud of you.” 

“Thanks dad.” She leaned into him as he gave her a half hug. “I love you and thank you for today. I know that couldn’t have been easy to hear but you held it in.” 

“I cried like a baby when you and yous mom was in the bathroom.” He scoffed, leaning over and kissing her forehead. “But I love yous, Sammi and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, your mom, or your brothers and sister.” 

“You don’t have to be a tough guy, dad.” She grinned at him, putting her book on the bedside table. 

He laughed. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, Sammi.”

“That went out the window a long time ago, dad.” She rolled her eyes, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Please don’t worry . . . I’ll be alright.” 

He pulled the covers over her, leaning over and kissing her forehead. “I know you will be but mom, your siblings, and I are here if you need us. Your uncles and cousins as well.” 

“I know. Thanks.” She snuggled down into her cover, a yawn escaping her mouth as her eyes fluttered. 

“Try to get some sleep tonight, kiddo. I love you.” Jack walked to the door, shutting off the lights. “Night Sammi.” 

“Night dad.” Shutting the door behind him, he made his way to each of the kids’ rooms, saying goodnight to them before walking into his and Kat’s room. She was taking her hair out of the up-do she had. He quickly grabbed his night clothes, changing before collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. 

“How’s our girl?” Kat asked, climbing into bed with a sigh.

Opening his arms, Kat took the opportunity to snuggle into his chest. “She’s a hella lot stronger than she has every right to be. She was reassuring me that she’s okay. Also, she wants to go tomorrow.” 

“She does?” Kat’s voice was full of surprise. 

Jack nodded. “She said she has to walk into that school with her head held high. She knows that the entire school knows about what happened today and she has to prove that it hasn’t shaken her.” 

“Damn.” Kat shook her head. “I’m not sure I would’ve been that brave at her age.” 

Jack chuckled. “Is was but only because I had to be.” 

“I know that Sammi usually gets compared to me but today, she was all you, Jack.” Kat lifted her head, looking up at him. He could only nod as his throat tightened with emotion. He placed a kiss on her head, as she laced their fingers together. “I love you, Jack.” 

“Love you too, Kat.” He whispered. “Lets try to get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.” 

The Next Morning

To say the morning was anything but smooth, would be an understatement. Tensions were high in the house but as soon as they left the house to head to the school, that tension was lifted and determination settled in. Jack and Kat held hands as Sammi walked beside them into the school. Making their way to the office, Jack asked to speak to the principal. 

Mr Johnson made his way out of the office, his eyes widening when he saw who was standing in the middle of the office. He knew exactly who Mr. and Mrs Kelly were and their prominence in the city. And it didn’t escape him that they were the daughter and son-in-law of a Mr. Joseph Pultizer. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Kelly, Samantha, how can I help you today?” He made his presence known, holding his hand out for Jack to shake. 

“Is there somewhere private we can speak?” Jack asked, shaking his hand. “There’s an issue that we need to discuss.” 

Leading them into his office, he shut the door behind him, motioning them to sit in the chairs. Sammi and Kat both sat, while Jack stood behind Sammi. “How can I help?” 

Kat and Jack looked at Sammi. Jack put a hand on her shoulder while Kat held her hand out for Sammi to take. Taking a deep breath, Sammi proceeded to tell Mr. Johnson what had happened the previous weeks and days. Jack kept his eye on Mr. Johnson, watching his face for any sign of how the man would react. 

As Sammi finished, Mr Johnson looked at the family. “How would you like the school to proceed, Samantha?” 

She looked up at her dad before looking at Kat. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.” 

“If I may.” Kat started, looking at her daughter as Sammi nodded. “We want Sammi to feel safe going to school. If this young man is still in school, Sammi won’t be safe. It might be in the best interest of all parties involved, if this young man is expelled from school. His behavior is appalling and I would be more upset for this to happen to any other student in this school.” 

Mr Johnson looked at them. “Well I will need to speak with the young man’s parents along with his and Sammi’s teachers.”

“Until that happens, Sammi will not be present in school. Please inform her teachers and you can give her schoolwork to Eleanor Higgins-Conlon.” Kat’s eyes fired with anger. “I will not subject my daughter to this young man. And if need be, we will remove her from this school and transfer to another school.” 

“I think we’re done here.” Kat stood up, motioning Sammi and Jack to join her. “Good day, Mr. Johnson.” 

Walking out of the office, she was upset and frustrated. She huffed until they were outside of the school, walking down the sidewalk. “Kat, Katherine!” 

She stopped hands on her hips, sighing loudly. “What?” “You alright?” Jack asked, smirking, as he looked between his wife and Sammi. 

Sighing, she shook her head. “He has to talk to this young man’s parents before he decides anything. He’s going to sit there and act like nothing has happened. I’m sorry Sammi.” 

“Mom, it’s okay.” She said, hugging her mom. “It’s not a closed door yet.”

Kat chuckled. “We do have something up our sleeves.” 

Jack looked between two of the most important women in his life. “Do I dare ask?” 

“Would you rather know now or later?” Kat asked, Sammi grinning with her mom. 

Jack shrugged. “Is it legal?” 

“As legal as it can be.” Kat confirmed, grinning. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jack groaned. “Just tell me.” 

“We have a lawyer at The World, who would love to get his hands on Sammi’s school.” Kat’s eyes lit up at the thought. “If this young man isn’t expelled from the school, then we can leverage the lawyer.” 

Jack’s eyes lit up, matching his wife and daughter’s. “You’re both geniuses.” 

“Naturally.” Kat and Sammi both laughed, shaking their heads. 

“Shall we head home?” Jack asked, knowing full well that Race would meet them at the house to learn about the morning. 

It would be a wait and see game with the school but right now, all he could think is that Sammi was safe, laughing with them, and okay in this moment. There would be tough days ahead but as long as his family was safe, Jack couldn’t really complain.  

5900 words written in about 6 hours. I hope you enjoy this latest update! Feedback is always appreciated!! 

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Duke Reviews: Alice In Wonderland

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews, Where Today We Are Continuing Our Look At Disney...

By Looking At Walt Disney's 13th Animated Feature (And One Of My Favorites), Alice In Wonderland...

This Movie Sees Young Alice (Voiced By Katherine Beaumont) Following A White Rabbit To The Merry, Topsy Turvy World Of Wonderland, Where A Person Can Grow Big Or Small Or You Could Run Into Funny Creatures Like The Mad Hatter Or The Cheshire Cat...

So, What Are We Waiting For? Let's Journey Down The Rabbit Hole As We Watch Alice In Wonderland...

The Movie Starts On A Summer Day As Alice Is Listening To Her Sister Read From A History Book To Which Alice Is Bored From...

Wandering Off Without Her Sister Noticing, She Lays Down On A Riverbank Wishing That She Had A World Of Her Own Which Leads To The First Song...

And For Song To Start This Movie Off, It's Okay But It's Not My Favorite Song Of This Movie However, We Do Get To A Song I Do Like Directly After This One...

It May Be Brief But I Do Like I'm Late For What It Is And I'm Also Glad It's Short Because Having One Song Directly After Another Can Be A Problem In Some Films...

Crawling Into The Rabbit Hole, Alice Soon Finds Herself Going Down,Down,Down The Hole Until She Catches Up With The White Rabbit Until He Enters A Large Hallway With A Small Door That's Barely Big Enough For Alice's Head...

With The Doorknob On The Door Suggesting That Alice Drink The Bottle Marked Drink Me On The Table To Shrink Down To The Door's Size, Which She Does...

However, When She Goes To Open The Door, He Admits That He Forgot To Tell Her That He's Locked...

But Luckily A Box That Says Eat Me Appears Which The Doorknob Says Will Help Her Reach The Key However, When She Does She Grows Too Big...

Weeping Hysterically, She Drinks The Drink Me Bottle Again To Become Small, She Goes Right Through The Doorknob And Into A River Of Tears Which Is Where She Meets The Dodo Who Sings Our Next 2 Songs...

And While The Sailor's Hornpipe Song Is Short Like I'm Late, The Next One Which The Caucus Race Song, Is A Good Song And Really Makes You Want To Run Around The Room...

Running Into A Thick Forest, Alice Meets Tweedle Dee And Tweedle Dum Who Do Another Short Song...

It's A Cute Song, But I Think I Prefer The Version Done In The 1985 Version Sung By Edie Gorme And Steve Lawrence...

(Start At 0:09)

But We'll Talk About That One On Duke Reviews Xtra On Thursday And Friday...

But Hearing About Alice Being Curious, They Tell Her The Story Of...

(Start At 0:34)

And I Love This Sequence The Song Is One Of The Best In This But The Ending, Of Course Is Very Sad...

Getting Up To Leave The Two Boys Stop Her As They Attempt To Tell Another Poem Called You Are Old, Father William As Alice Sneaks Away...

It's A Cute Song For As Long As It's On Screen But Again For A Better Version I Refer Again To The 1985 Version Where It's Sung By Sammy Davis Jr....

Coming Upon The White Rabbit's House, She Goes To Talk With Him Only For Him To Confuse Her With His Housemaid, Mary Ann...

That's Because She's Not In Wonderland But On A Deserted Island With 6 Other Castaways...

Ordering Her To Fetch His Gloves From His Bedroom, Alice Gets Them Only To Eat A Cookie That Makes Her Grow So Big That Her Arms And Legs Are Sticking Out Of The Windows And Doors...

Going To The Dodo For Help, He Gets A Chimney Sweep Named Bill To Rip The House's Chimney Off, But Bill's Scampering Causes Soot To Rise Inside Which Makes Alice Sneeze And Shoot Bill Out Of The Roof Like A Cannonball...

Having No Other Option, Dodo Decides To Burn The House Down Which Leads To Another Short Song...

It's A Cute Song, But There Are So Many Short Songs In This Movie They're All Starting To Sound The Same...

Luckily Though, Alice Finds A Carrot In The Rabbit's Garden And Eats It, Shrinking Down In Size To 3 Inches...

Going Into A Garden Of Flowers Where The Flowers Are As Tall As A Tree, They Come To Life And Entertain Her With Our Next Song...

(Start At 0:05)

And It's One Of My Favorite Songs In This Movie...

It's A Fun Song Which Shows The Different Types Of Flowers And Bugs In Wonderland With My Favorite Being The Rocking Horse Fly...

But Their Attitude Changes When Alice Reveals Herself To Be Not A Flower Which Then Causes Them To See Her As A Weed...

After Being Shooed Away By The Flowers, We Move Into Our Next Song As Alice Meets The Caterpillar...

Who Despite Her Best Efforts To Ask Him How To Grow Tall Again, Continues Interrupting Her And Instructs Her To Recite Various Bizarre Poems...

Eventually Growing Angry At Alice's Displeasure Of Being The Same Height As Him, He Becomes A Butterfly As He Tells Her That One Side Of The Mushroom Will Make Her Grow Taller And The Other Side Will Make Her Grow Smaller...

Eating One Side Of The Mushroom, Alice Grows Back To Her Normal Height After A Pointless Scene Involving A Bird That Just Wastes Time...

Wandering Through The Woods, We Get Our Next Song As Alice Meets The Cheshire Cat (Voiced By Sterling Holloway)...

After That Encounter, We Get My Favorite Scene Of The Movie And Favorite Song Of The Movie As Alice Meets The Mad Hatter (Voiced By Ed Wynn)...

Disney Showcase: Ed Wynn

Other Characters He's Played For Disney Other Than The Character He Plays In This One:

The Toymaker In Babes In Toyland

The Fire Chief In The Absent Minded Professor

A.J. Allen In Son Of Flubber

Uncle Albert In Mary Poppins

Ed Parker In Those Calloways

Mr. Hoffstedder In That Darn Cat

And Rufus In The Gnome Mobile (Which Was His Final Performance Before His Death)

Going Back To The Story, There Is Also The March Hare (Voiced By Jerry Colonna, Who You May Remember From Casey At The Bat From Make Mine Music) And The Doormouse

After That Song, They Maniacally Go About The Table, Offering Alice Tea Without Actually Giving Her Any Until The White Rabbit Shows Up, As Hatter And Hare Attempt To Fix His Watch Only To Destroy It As They Send The Rabbit Flying Through The Air...

With Alice Saying...

She Tries To Go Back Home Through The Tulgy Woods, Where She Confronts Many Creatures But Doesn't Find Her Way Home Which Causes Her To Cry As We Get Our Next Song As Alice Cries..

It's A Sad Song But I Don't Know, I Just Don't Care For It...

Finding The Cheshire Cat Again, He Tells Her That The Only Way Home Is Through The Queen Of Hearts, So He Creates A Shortcut To The Queen's Maze Where We Get My Second Favorite Song...

Which Leads To My Second Favorite Scene In The Entire Movie, The March Of The Cards, And This Scene Is Just Amazing And Full Of Color As We See The Cards March, It Is Honestly A Spectacle To See...

With The White Rabbit Announcing The Arrival Of The Queen Of Hearts And The King, The Queen (Voiced By Verna Felton) Notices The Painted Roses Which Leads To Our Next Song...

Finding Out It Was The 3 Painters, She Has Them Ordered To Be Beheaded Before She Meets Alice Who She Invites To Play A Game Of Croquet With Her...

But As They Play The Cheshire Cat Appears And Attaches The Queen's Croquet Mallet To The Bottom Of Her Dress, Believing That Alice Did It The Queen Is About To Order Her To Be Beheaded.

But With The King Demanding A Trial, The Queen Starts The Trial Of Alice...

Having A Frantic Chase All Throughout Wonderland, We See Various Characters From Alice's Journey Through Wonderland Until She Ends Up Back In Front Of The Doorknob Who Is Still Locked...

Asking To Get Out Anyway, The Doorknob Laughs Saying That She Is Outside, Showing Her That She Is Actually Asleep Under A Tree In The Park And All Of This Is Just A Dream...

Saying To Wake Up As An Angry Mob Grows Closer And Closer, Alice Eventually Wakes Up To The Sound Of Her Sister's Voice As They Walk Home...

And That's Alice In Wonderland And Despite Sometimes Having Songs Coming One After Another, It Still Is One Of My Favorite Disney Animated Movies..

The Story Is Very Adventurous, I Love The Characters, Most Of The Songs Are Good, I Love Ed Wynn As The Mad Hatter, I Love The Queen Of Hearts As The Bad Guy, It's Just A Great Disney Animated Feature Altogether And I Say See It...

Be Sure To Check Out Duke Reviews Xtra This Week, As We Look At Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland, The Burton-Less Sequel, Alice Through The Looking Glass And The 1985 TV Version Of Alice In Wonderland That Was Done By Irwin Allen...

Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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